Song of Songs 7:1-13

¹You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like SIM jewels that have been made by a ◄skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well►.

²Your navel is like MET a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed with spices. Your waist is like SIM a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies growing around it.

³Your breasts are as as beautiful as SIM two ◄fawns/young gazelles►.

⁴Your neck is like SIM a tower made of ivory. Your eyes sparkle/shine like MET the pools in Heshbon city, near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is is as lovely as SIM the tower of Lebanon which faces toward Damascus.

⁵Your head is majestic like SIM Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny SIM and black; it is as though I, your king, am captured by your tresses.

⁶You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.

⁷You are stately like SIM a palm tree, and your breasts are like SIM clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.

⁸I said to myself, “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes that I can feel and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of apples

⁹and your kisses are like very good wine. My kisses MTY go to the one who loves me and flow like wine over his lips and his teeth.

¹⁰I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.

¹¹You who love me, let's go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages).

¹²And let's go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate trees are blooming, and there I will make love to you.

¹³The mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful pleasures MET, EUP, new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.