Song of Songs 7
1 Turn back, turn back, Shulammite! Turn back, turn back, so we may gaze at you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A dance of two camps.
2 How beautiful your feet are in sandals, daughter of a nobleman! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, crafted by an artist’s hands.
3 Your navel is a rounded bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, bordered with lilies.
4 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twin gazelles.
5 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.
6 Your head rises above you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; a king is held captive in its braids.
7 How beautiful you are, how delightful, beloved, among all these delights!
8 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
9 I said, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches. May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the scent of your face like apples.”
10 And your palate is like fine wine, flowing smoothly to my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
11 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.
12 Come, my beloved, let us go out to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
13 Let us rise early and go to the vineyards, to see whether the vine has budded, whether its blossoms have opened, whether the pomegranates have flowered. There I will give you my love.
14 The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
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