Old Testament ·
Song of Songs 7
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
and your mouth* like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.*
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.*
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
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