Song of Songs 7:1-13

¹How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.

²Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.

³Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

⁴Your neck is as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces Damascus.

⁵Your head is as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!

⁶How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!

⁷You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.

⁸I tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!

⁹May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.

¹⁰My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!

¹¹Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.

¹²Let's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.

¹³The mandrakes give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.