Song of Songs 7

Christian Standard Bible

7 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess!^[a](A)
The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,
the handiwork of a master.
² Your navel is a rounded bowl;
it never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a mound of wheat
surrounded by lilies.
³ Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.^(B)
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory,^(C)
your eyes like pools in Heshbon
by Bath-rabbim’s gate.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
looking toward Damascus.
⁵ Your head crowns you^[b] like Mount Carmel,
the hair of your head like purple cloth—
a king could be held captive^(D) in your tresses.
⁶ How beautiful you are and how pleasant,^(E)
my love, with such delights!
⁷ Your stature is like a palm tree;
your breasts are clusters of fruit.
⁸ I said, “I will climb the palm tree
and take hold of its fruit.”^(F)
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.^(G)
9 Your mouth^[c] is like fine wine^(H)—

¹¹ Come, my love,
let’s go to the field;
let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.^[e]
12 Let’s go early to the vineyards;
let’s see if the vine has budded,
if the blossom has opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom.^(K)
There I will give you my caresses.
¹³ The mandrakes^(L) give off a fragrance,
and at our doors is every delicacy,
both new and old.
I have treasured them up for you, my love.