Song of Songs 7

₁What a wonderful woman you are!

How beautiful are your feet in sandals.

The curve of your thighs

is like the work of an artist.

₂A bowl is there,

that never runs out of spiced wine.

A sheaf of wheat is there,

surrounded by lilies.

₃Your breasts are like twin deer,

like two gazelles.

₄Your neck is like a tower of ivory.

Your eyes are like the pools in the city of Heshbon,

near the gate of that great city.

Your nose is as lovely as the tower of Lebanon

that stands guard at Damascus.

₅Your head is held high like Mount Carmel.

Your braided hair shines like the finest satin;

its beauty could hold a king captive.

₆How pretty you are, how beautiful;

how complete the delights of your love.

₇You are as graceful as a palm tree,

and your breasts are clusters of dates.

₈I will climb the palm tree

and pick its fruit.

To me your breasts are like bunches of grapes,

your breath like the fragrance of apples,

₉and your mouth like the finest wine.

Then let the wine flow straight to my lover,

flowing over his lips and teeth.

₁₀I belong to my lover, and he desires me.

₁₁Come, darling, let's go out to the countryside

and spend the night in the villages.

₁₂We will get up early and look at the vines

to see whether they've started to grow,

whether the blossoms are opening

and the pomegranate trees are in bloom.

There I will give you my love.

₁₃You can smell the scent of mandrakes,

and all the pleasant fruits are near our door.

Darling, I have kept for you

the old delights and the new.