The Song of Solomon, 7

¹ “How beautiful your steps have become in [your] sandals, O willing daughter! The curvings of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of an artisan’s hands.

² Your navel roll is a round bowl. Let not the mixed wine be lacking [from it]. Your belly is a heap of wheat, fenced about with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two young ones, the twins of a female gazelle.

⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshʹbon, by the gate of Bath-rabʹbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebʹa·non, which is looking out toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head upon you is like Carʹmel, and the tresses of your head are like wool dyed reddish purple. The king is held bound by the flowings.

⁶ How beautiful you are, and how pleasant you are, O beloved girl,^*1 among exquisite delights!

⁷ This stature of yours does resemble a palm tree, and your breasts, date clusters.

⁸ I have said, ‘I shall go up on the palm tree, that I may take hold of its fruit stalks of dates.’ And, please, may your breasts become like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your nose like apples,

⁹ and your palate like the best wine that is going with a slickness for my dear one, softly flowing over the lips of sleeping ones.”

¹⁰ “I am my dear one’s, and toward me is his craving.

¹¹ Do come, O my dear one, let us go forth to the field; do let us lodge among the henna plants.^*1

¹² Do let us rise early and go to the vineyards, that we may see whether the vine has sprouted, the blossom has burst open, the pomegranate trees have bloomed. There I shall give my expressions of endearment to you.

¹³ The mandrakes themselves have given [their] fragrance, and by our entranceways there are all sorts of the choicest fruits. The new ones as well as the old, O my dear one, I have treasured up for you.