Song 7 | HCSB | STEP | How beautiful are your sandaled feet , princess ! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry , the handiwork of a master .

Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! ^{▼▼Lit daughter of a nobleman or prince
,} ^b

The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,
the handiwork of a master.
2 Your navel is a rounded bowl;
it never lacks mixed wine.
Your waist ^{▼▼Or belly} is a mound of wheat
surrounded by lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle. ^d
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory, ^e
your eyes like pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you ^{▼▼Lit head upon you is} like Mount Carmel,
the hair of your head like purple cloth –
a king could be held captive ^g in your tresses.
6 How beautiful you are and how pleasant, ^h
my love, with such delights!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree;
your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree
and take hold of its fruit.” ⁱ
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
and the fragrance of your breath like apricots. ^j
9 Your mouth ^{▼▼Lit palate} is like fine wine ^l –

W : flowing smoothly for my love,
gliding past my lips and teeth! ^{▼▼LXX, Syr, Vg; MT reads past lips of sleepers}
10 I belong to my love,
and his desire ⁿ is for me. ^o

11 Come, my love,
let’s go to the field;
let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms. ^{▼▼Or the villages}
12 Let’s go early to the vineyards;
let’s see if the vine has budded,
if the blossom has opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom. ^q
There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes ^r give off a fragrance,
and at our doors is every delicacy –
new as well as old.
I have treasured them up for you, my love.