Song of Solomon 7

1Come back, come back, Shulammite! Come back, come back, so that we may look at you. Why do you look at the Shulammite as at the dance of Mahanaim?

2How beautiful are your feet in sandals, noble daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of a skilled craftsman's hands.

3Your navel is a rounded bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.

4Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

5Your neck is like an ivory tower; your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing Damascus.

6Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple cloth; a king is held captive in the tresses.

7How beautiful and how delightful you are, love, among delights!

8Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters.

9I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its branches. May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your nose like apples.”

10And your mouth is like the best wine, flowing smoothly to my beloved, moving the lips of sleepers.

11I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.

12Come, my beloved, let us go out to the countryside; let us spend the night among the villages.

13Let us rise early and go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossom has opened, whether the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

14The mandrakes give off fragrance, and at our doorways are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.