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.
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!
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,
“May it go down smoothly for my dear one,
Softly flowing over the lips of those asleep.
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.