Song of Songs 7 · שיר השירים

Return return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will you see in the Shulammite? as it were the dance at Maĥanayim.

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an artist.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, that never lacks blended wine: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of a gazelle.

Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the pools in Ḥeshbon, by the gate of Bat-rabbim: thy nose is like the tower of the Levanon which looks toward Dammeseq.

Thy head upon thee is like the Karmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is caught in its tresses.

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

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

I said, I will go up into the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: may thy breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of thy countenance like apples;

and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down sweetly for my beloved, causing the sleepers’ lips to murmur.

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

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

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the grape blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in flower: there will I give thee my loves.

The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of choice fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.