7 ^[a]How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, noble daughter!
    The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,
    like the work of an artist’s hands.
² Your navel is a round bowl.
    May it always be filled with spiced wine.
    Your waist is a bundle of wheat enclosed in lilies.
³ Your breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle.
⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower.
    Your eyes are like pools in Heshbon, pools by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
    Your nose is like a Lebanese tower facing Damascus.
⁵ You hold your head as high as Mount Carmel.
    Your dangling curls are royal beauty.
    Your flowing locks could hold a king captive.

⁶ How beautiful and charming you are, my love, with your elegance.
⁷ Young woman,
    your figure is like a palm tree,
        and your breasts are like its clusters.
⁸ I thought, “I will climb the palm tree
    and take hold of its fruit.”
    May your breasts be like clusters on the vine.
    May the fragrance of your breath be like apples.
⁹         May your mouth taste like the best wine . . .

    . . . that goes down smoothly to my beloved
        and glides over the lips of those about to sleep.^[b]
10 I am my beloved’s, and he longs for me.
¹¹ Come, my beloved.
    Let’s go into the field.
    Let’s spend the night among the henna flowers.^[c]
12 Let’s go to the vineyards early.
    Let’s see if the vines have budded,
        if the grape blossoms have opened,
        if the pomegranates are in bloom.
    There I will give you my love.
¹³ The mandrakes^[d] give off a fragrance,
    and at our door are all kinds of precious fruits.
    I have saved new and old things
    for you alone, my beloved.