Song of Solomon 7:1-13

7  “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.  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.+  Your two breasts are like two young ones, the twins of a female gazelle.+  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.  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.+  How beautiful you are, and how pleasant you are, O beloved girl,* among exquisite delights!+  This stature of yours does resemble a palm tree,+ and your breasts,+ date clusters.  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,  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.* 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.


Lit., “O love.”
“The villages,” LXXSyVg. But see 1:14; 4:13.