Song of Solomon 7

The bridegroom praises the bride from foot to head — her feet in sandals, her stature like a palm tree, her head like Carmel. The bride declares, "I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me," and invites him to go out into the fields and vineyards where she will give him her love.

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1	How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.	How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
2	Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.	Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3	Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.	Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins.
4	Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.	Your neck is like a tower of ivory. 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.
5	Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.	Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like royal purple; the king is held captive in its tresses.
6	How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!	How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7	This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.	Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of grapes.
8	I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;	I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its branches." Now your breasts shall be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9	And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.	and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, going down sweetly, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
10	I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.	I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11	Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.	Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12	Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.	Let us go up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has flowered, whether the tender grapes have appeared, and the pomegranates are in bud. There I will give you my love.
13	The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.	The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and at our gates are all kinds of pleasant fruits — new and old — which I have stored up for you, O my beloved.