7:1 How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince’s daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman’s hands.
7:2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
7:3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
7:4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
7:5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
7:6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights!
7:7 Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
7:8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
7:9 and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
7:10 I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me.
7:11 Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.
7:12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom–there I will give you my love.
7:13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover.
7:1 How beautiful are your footsteps in sandals, / O prince’s daughter! / Your rounded thighs are like jewels, / The work of the hands of a skilled artist.
7:2 Your navel is a round goblet / That never lacks mixed wine; / Your belly is a heap of wheat, / Fenced in by lilies.
7:3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, / Twins of a gazelle.
7:4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; / Your eyes, like the pools in Heshbon / By the gate of Bath-rabbim; / Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, / Which faces Damascus.
7:5 Your head upon you is like Carmel, / And the locks of your head like purple. / The king is fettered by your tresses.
7:6 How beautiful and how pleasant in delights / You are, O love!
7:7 This your stature is like a palm tree, / And your breasts are like the clusters.
7:8 I said, I will climb the palm tree; / I will take hold of its branches; / And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, / And the fragrance of your nose like apples,
7:9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine? Going down smoothly for my beloved, / Gliding through the lips of those who sleep.
7:10 I am my beloved’s, / And his desire is for me.
7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; / Let us lodge in the villages.
7:12 Let us rise up early for the vineyards; / Let us see if the vine has budded, / If the blossom is open, / If the pomegranates are in bloom; / There I will give you my love.
7:13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, / And over our doors are all choice fruits, / New as well as old. / These, my beloved, I have stored up for you.