Song of Solomon 7:1-9 ▼

1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, noble lady. The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of a skilled artist's hands.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your abdomen is a bundle of wheat, enclosed by lilies.

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

4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon, beside the gate of Beth-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which faces Damascus.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your flowing locks are like purple, and a king could be captured in the dangling tresses.

6 How beautiful and lovely you are, you are love with its exquisite delights.

7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.

8 I told myself, |I'll go up the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples.

9 May your mouth be like good wine. May it go down smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones.