Song of Solomon 7
7 King Solomon: “How beautiful your tripping feet, O queenly maiden. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the most skilled of craftsmen. 2 Your navel is lovely as a goblet filled with wine. Your waist[a] is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, yes, lovely twins.[b] 4 Your neck is stately as an ivory tower, your eyes as limpid pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is shapely[c] like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
5 “As Mount Carmel crowns the mountains, so your hair is your crown. The king is held captive in your queenly tresses.
6 “Oh, how delightful you are; how pleasant, O love, for utter delight! 7 You are tall and slim like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters of dates. 8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree and take hold of its branches. Now may your breasts be like grape clusters, the scent of your breath like apples, 9 and your kisses as exciting as the best of wine, smooth and sweet, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.”
The Girl: 10 “I am my beloved’s and I am the one he desires. 11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and stay in the villages. 12 Let us get up early and go out to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. And there I will give you my love. 13 There the mandrakes give forth their fragrance, and the rarest fruits are at our doors, the new as well as old, for I have stored them up for my beloved.”