Song of Songs 7


How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O noble daughter!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the work of a master hand.
2
Your navel is a rounded bowl
that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
encircled with lilies.
3
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
4
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.
5
Your head crowns you like Carmel,
and your flowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses.

6
How beautiful and pleasant you are,
O loved one, with all your delights!
7
Your stature is like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
8
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,
9
and your mouth like the best wine.
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It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
gliding over lips and teeth.

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

The Bride Gives Her Love


11
Come, my beloved,
let us go out into the fields
and lodge in the villages;
12
let us go out early to the vineyards
and see whether the vines have budded,
whether the grape blossoms have opened
and the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
13
The mandrakes give forth fragrance,
and beside our doors are all choice fruits,
new as well as old,
which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.