| 7:1 | The Lover to His Beloved: How beautiful are your sandaled* feet, O nobleman’s daughter!* The curves* of your thighs* are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman. |
| 7:2 | Your navel* is a round mixing bowl* – may it never lack* mixed wine!* Your belly* is a mound of wheat, encircled* by lilies. |
| 7:3 | Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. |
| 7:4 | Your neck is like a tower made of ivory.* Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-Rabbim.* Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus. |
| 7:5 | Your head crowns* you like Mount Carmel.* The locks of your hair* are like royal tapestries* – the king is held captive* in its tresses! |
| 7:6 | How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love,* with your delights!* |
| 7:7 | The Lover to His Beloved: Your stature* is like a palm tree,* and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.* |
| 7:8 | I want* to climb the palm tree,* and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes,* and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots!* |
| 7:9 | May your mouth* be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.* |
| 7:10 | The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me!* |
| 7:11 | The Beloved to Her Lover: Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages. |
| 7:12 | Let us rise early to go to the vineyards, to see if the vines have budded, to see if their blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom – there I will give you my love. |
| 7:13 | The mandrakes* send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy,* both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover. |
Song of Solomon 7 - NET Bible [draft]
