Song of Songs 7

The Lover’s Praise of His Bride

1 How beautiful your feet in sandals, noble daughter! Your thighs like jewels shaped by an artist.

2 Your navel a round goblet never lacking wine; your waist a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.

3 Your breasts like twin fawns of a gazelle.

4 Your neck a tower of ivory; your eyes pools of Heshbon.

5 Your head crowns you like Carmel; your hair royal tapestry.

6 How beautiful you are, how pleasing, my love, full of delight.

7 Your figure like a palm tree, your breasts clusters of fruit.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree and grab its fruit.”

9 Your mouth like the best wine, She says, “Flowing smoothly for my love, gliding over lips and teeth.

Mutual Desire

10 I belong to my man, and his desire for me.

11 Come, my love, let us go to the countryside, spend the night in the villages.

12 Let us go early to the vineyards, see if they have budded, if the pomegranates blooming, there I will give you my love.

13 Mandrakes giving off fragrance, and all kinds of fruit at our door, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my love.