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.

Your belly is a heap of wheat,

Encircled by lilies.

 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

The twins of a gazelle.+

Your eyes+ are like the pools in Heshʹbon,+

By the gate of Bath-rabʹbim.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebʹa·non,

Which looks toward Damascus.

 5 Your head crowns you like Carʹmel,+

And the locks of your hair*+ are like purple wool.+

 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.

11 Come, O my dear one,

Let us go out to the fields;

Let us lodge among the henna plants.+

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.+

13 The mandrakes+ give off their fragrance;

At our doors are all sorts of choice fruits.+

The new as well as the old,

O my dear one, I have kept in store for you.