Song of Solomon 6:13-7:6

The Voice

¹³ Young Women of Jerusalem: Come back, come back, O Shulammite!
        Come back, come back to us, so that we can look upon you.

Him: Why should you look upon the Shulammite,
        as you would stare at the dance of joyous victory at Mahanaim?

7 Him: Your feet are so beautiful,
        perfectly fitted in sandals, noble daughter!^[a]
    Your sculpted thighs are like jewels,
        the work of a master hand.
²     Your hidden place is open to me like a goblet, perfect and round,
        that never runs dry of blended wine;
    Your waist is a mound of wheat—curved and white and fertile—
        encircled by lilies.
³     Your breasts are like two fawns,
        twins of a gazelle.
⁴     Your neck is as stunning as an ivory tower;
        your eyes shimmer like the pools in Heshbon
        by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
    Your nose is strong and proud like the tower of Lebanon,
        which points toward Damascus.
⁵     Your head is as stately as Mount Carmel;
        your hair shines like a tapestry of royal purple cloth—
        the king is held captive by your locks.
⁶     How beautiful you are, my love, and how pleasing
        In all your delightful and satisfying ways.