Song of Solomon 7

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.

Your adorned feet are a sight to behold, O daughter of royalty! Your legs, they are as precious as gems, crafted by the skilled hands of an artisan.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your belly button is like a full, round cup, never empty of wine. Your stomach is like a mound of wheat, surrounded by lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Your two breasts are as beautiful and perfect as twin fawns.

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 stands tall and pure like an ivory tower; your eyes are as deep and tranquil as the fish-filled ponds of Heshbon. Your nose, strong and noble, is like the towering fortress of Lebanon, gazing towards Damascus.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

Your mind is as majestic as Mount Carmel, and your hair shimmers like royal purple; you captivate the king with your beauty.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

You are so beautiful and delightful, my love, it's pure joy!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

Your figure is as elegant as a palm tree, and your curves as delightful as bunches of grapes.

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 declared, I will climb the palm tree, grasping its branches. Now, your bosom is like a vine's ripe clusters, and your scent, as sweet as fresh apples.

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.

Your mouth is like the finest wine for my beloved, going down sweetly, stirring even the lips of those in slumber to speak.

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

I belong to the one I love, and he yearns for me.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

My dear love, let's venture into the open fields; let's find rest in the quaint villages.

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's rise with the dawn to visit the vineyards, to see if the vines have budded, if the grape blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom. There, in the midst of nature's beauty, I will express my love for you.

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 sweet scent of mandrakes fills the air, and our doorway is adorned with a variety of delightful fruits, both fresh and preserved, all lovingly prepared just for you, my dear.