1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist. DBY — SongofSolomon 7:1
2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies; DBY — SongofSolomon 7:2
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle; DBY — SongofSolomon 7:3
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus; DBY — SongofSolomon 7:4
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets! DBY — SongofSolomon 7:5
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights! DBY — SongofSolomon 7:6
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters. DBY — SongofSolomon 7:7
8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples, DBY — SongofSolomon 7:8
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep. DBY — SongofSolomon 7:9
10 I am my beloved’s, And his desire is toward me. DBY — SongofSolomon 7:10
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages. DBY — SongofSolomon 7:11
12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves. DBY — SongofSolomon 7:12
13 The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved. DBY — SongofSolomon 7:13