Song of Solomon 7

1Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman. How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! 2no mixed wine is wanting. set about with lilies. Your body is like a round goblet, Your waist is like a heap of wheat, 3that are twins of a roe. Your two breasts are like two fawns, 4Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. Your neck is like an ivory tower. 5Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses. 6love, for delights! How beautiful and how pleasant you are, 7your breasts like its fruit. This, your stature, is like a palm tree, 8I will take hold of its fruit.” the smell of your breath like apples, I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, 9that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep. Your mouth like the best wine, 10His desire is toward me. I am my beloved’s. 11Let us lodge in the villages. Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field. 12Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love. Let’s go early up to the vineyards. 13At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved. The mandrakes produce fragrance.