Song of Solomon 7:1–10

How beautiful are your feet in sandals,

O noble daughter!

Your rounded thighs are like jewels,

the work of a master hand.

Your navel is a rounded bowl

that never lacks mixed wine.

Your belly is a heap of wheat,

encircled with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like an ivory tower.

Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,

by the gate of Bath-rabbim.

Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,

which looks toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Carmel,

and your flowing locks are like purple;

a king is held captive in the tresses.

How beautiful and pleasant you are,

O loved one, with all your delights!

Your stature is like a palm tree,

and your breasts are like its clusters.

I say I will climb the palm tree

and lay hold of its fruit.

Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

and the scent of your breath like apples,

and your mouth like the best wine.

It goes down smoothly for my beloved,

gliding over lips and teeth.

I am my beloved’s,

and his desire is for me.

How beautiful your sandaled feet,

O prince’s daughter!

Your graceful legs are like jewels,

the work of an artist’s hands.

Your navel is a rounded goblet

that never lacks blended wine.

Your waist is a mound of wheat

encircled by lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns,

like twin fawns of a gazelle.

Your neck is like an ivory tower.

Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon

by the gate of Bath Rabbim.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

looking toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.

Your hair is like royal tapestry;

the king is held captive by its tresses.

How beautiful you are and how pleasing,

my love, with your delights!

Your stature is like that of the palm,

and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree;

I will take hold of its fruit.”

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,

the fragrance of your breath like apples,

and your mouth like the best wine.

May the wine go straight to my beloved,

flowing gently over lips and teeth.

I belong to my beloved,

and his desire is for me.

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess!

The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,

the handiwork of a master.

Your navel is a rounded bowl;

it never lacks mixed wine.

Your belly is a mound of wheat

surrounded by lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory,

your eyes like pools in Heshbon

by Bath-rabbim’s gate.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

looking toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,

the hair of your head like purple cloth—

a king could be held captive in your tresses.

How beautiful you are and how pleasant,

my love, with such delights!

Your stature is like a palm tree;

your breasts are clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree

and take hold of its fruit.”

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,

and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.

Your mouth is like fine wine—

flowing smoothly for my love,

gliding past my lips and teeth!

I am my love’s,

and his desire is for me.

 How beautiful are your sandaled feet,

O queenly maiden.

Your rounded thighs are like jewels,

the work of a skilled craftsman.

Your navel is perfectly formed

like a goblet filled with mixed wine.

Between your thighs lies a mound of wheat

bordered with lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns,

twin fawns of a gazelle.

Your neck is as beautiful as an ivory tower.

Your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon

by the gate of Bath-rabbim.

Your nose is as fine as the tower of Lebanon

overlooking Damascus.

Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel,

and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty.

The king is held captive by its tresses.

Oh, how beautiful you are!

How pleasing, my love, how full of delights!

You are slender like a palm tree,

and your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree

and take hold of its fruit.”

May your breasts be like grape clusters,

and the fragrance of your breath like apples.

May your kisses be as exciting as the best wine—

Yes, wine that goes down smoothly for my lover,

flowing gently over lips and teeth.

I am my lover’s,

and he claims me as his own.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals,

O royal princess!

The curves of your thighs are like jewels,

the work of the hands of a craftsman.

Your navel is a round wine-mixing bowl

that does not lack mixed wine!

Your belly is a heap of wheat

encircled with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory;

your eyes are pools in Heshbon at the gate of Beth Rabbim.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

looking out over Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Carmel;

the flowing locks of your head are like purple tapestry;

a king is held captive in the tresses!

How beautiful you are and how pleasant,

O loved one in the delights!

Your stature is like the palm tree,

and your breasts are like clusters.

I say, “I will climb up the palm tree;

I will lay hold of its fruit clusters.”

Let your breasts be pleasing like clusters of the vine

and the scent of your breath like the apples.

Your palate is like the best wine that goes down for my beloved,

smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.

I belong to my beloved,

and he desires me!

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 an 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-rabbim:

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.