Song of Solomon 7 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of an artist’s hands. Your navel is rounded like goblet, that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is like a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like purple tapestries. The king is held captive by its tresses. How beautiful and how pleasing you are, my love, with all your delights! Your stature is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit. I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples. Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, flowing gently over our lips as we sleep asleep.

Beloved

I am my beloved’s. And his desire is toward me. Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s spend the night in the villages. Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, and its blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. The mandrakes send out their fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.