The Song of Solomon
7 “How beautiful your feet are in your sandals,
O noble daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,
The work of an artisan’s hands.
2 Your navel is a round bowl.
May it never lack mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
Encircled by lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
The twins of a gazelle.+
4 Your neck+ is like an ivory tower.+
Your nose is like the tower of Lebʹa·non,
Which looks toward Damascus.
The king is captivated* by the flowing tresses.
6 How beautiful you are, and how pleasant you are,
O beloved girl, above all exquisite delights!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
And your breasts are like date clusters.+
8 I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree
To take hold of its stalks of fruit.’
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
Your breath as fragrant as apples,
9 And your mouth* like the best wine.”
“May it go down smoothly for my dear one,
Softly flowing over the lips of those asleep.
10 I am my dear one’s,+
And his desire is for me.
12 Let us rise early and go to the vineyards
To see if the vine has sprouted,*
If the blossoms have opened,+
If the pomegranates are in bloom.+
There I will express my affection for you.+
The new as well as the old,
O my dear one, I have kept in store for you.