| 7:1 | How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman. |
| 7:2 | Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
| 7:3 | Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins. |
| 7:4 | Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thy eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. |
| 7:5 | Thy head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king [is] held captive by [her] locks of hair. |
| 7:6 | How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! |
| 7:7 | This thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes]. |
| 7:8 | I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of thy breath like apples; |
| 7:9 | And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. |
| 7:10 | I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me. |
| 7:11 | Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. |
| 7:12 | Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, [whether] the tender grape appeareth, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. |
| 7:13 | The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. |
Song of Solomon 7 - Revised Webster Version
