The Song of Solomon 7

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter!

The joints of thy thighs are like jewels,

the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:

thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;

thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon,

by the gate of Bath–rab’bim:

thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon

which looketh toward Damascus.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,

and the hair of thine head like purple;

the King is held in the galleries.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree,

and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up to the palm tree,

I will take hold of the boughs thereof:

now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,

and the smell of thy nose like apples;

and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved,

that goeth down sweetly,

causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

I am my beloved’s,

and his desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved,

let us go forth into the field;

let us lodge in the villages.

Let us get up early to the vineyards;

let us see if the vine flourish,

whether the tender grape appear,

and the pomegranates bud forth:

there will I give thee my loves.

The mandrakes give a smell,

and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old,

which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

Published by The American Bible Society