Song of Solomon 7:1–10

¹How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, noble daughter! 

The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, 

like the work of an artist’s hands. 

²Your navel is a round bowl. 

May it always be filled with spiced wine. 

Your waist is a bundle of wheat enclosed in lilies. 

³Your breasts are like two fawns, 

twins of a gazelle. 

⁴Your neck is like an ivory tower. 

Your eyes are like pools in Heshbon, pools by the gate of Bath Rabbim. 

Your nose is like a Lebanese tower facing Damascus. 

⁵You hold your head as high as Mount Carmel. 

Your dangling curls are royal beauty. 

Your flowing locks could hold a king captive. 

Solomon Longs for the Young Woman’s Affection

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⁶How beautiful and charming you are, my love, with your elegance. 

⁷Young woman, 

your figure is like a palm tree, 

and your breasts are like its clusters. 

⁸I thought, “I will climb the palm tree 

and take hold of its fruit.” 

May your breasts be like clusters on the vine. 

May the fragrance of your breath be like apples. 

⁹May your mouth taste like the best wine … 

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… that goes down smoothly to my beloved 

and glides over the lips of those about to sleep.^b

¹⁰I am my beloved’s, and he longs for me.