7 ^[a]How beautiful are your sandaled feet,
    O queenly maiden.
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
    the work of a skilled craftsman.
² Your navel is perfectly formed
    like a goblet filled with mixed wine.
Between your thighs lies a mound of wheat
    bordered with lilies.
³ Your breasts are like two fawns,
    twin fawns of a gazelle.
⁴ Your neck is as beautiful as an ivory tower.
Your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon
    by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is as fine as the tower of Lebanon
    overlooking Damascus.
⁵ Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel,
    and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty.
    The king is held captive by its tresses.
⁶ Oh, how beautiful you are!
    How pleasing, my love, how full of delights!
⁷ You are slender like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
⁸ I said, “I will climb the palm tree
    and take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like grape clusters,
    and the fragrance of your breath like apples.
⁹ May your kisses be as exciting as the best wine—

Yes, wine that goes down smoothly for my lover,
    flowing gently over lips and teeth.^[b]
10 I am my lover’s,
    and he claims me as his own.
¹¹ Come, my love, let us go out to the fields
    and spend the night among the wildflowers.^[c]
12 Let us get up early and go to the vineyards
    to see if the grapevines have budded,
if the blossoms have opened,
    and if the pomegranates have bloomed.
    There I will give you my love.
¹³ There the mandrakes give off their fragrance,
    and the finest fruits are at our door,
new delights as well as old,
    which I have saved for you, my lover.