Song of Solomon 6:13–7:10

¹³Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?

Chapter 7

¹As the chorus of ‘Mahanaim.’ How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer. ²Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies, ³Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe, ⁴Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus, ⁵Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings! ⁶How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights. ⁷This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. ⁸I said, ‘Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons, ⁹And thy palate as the good wine—’Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

¹⁰I am my beloved’s, and on me is his desire.