Songofsolomon 7 in plain modern English. New Ground English Translation.

How graceful your feet in sandals, nobleman's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jeweled chains, shaped by the hands of a master craftsman.

Your hidden place is a curved bowl — may it never lack its wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat bordered with lilies.

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

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes — the pools of Heshbon beside the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon facing toward Damascus.

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

How beautiful you are, how delightful — O love, daughter of all that is exquisite!

Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters of fruit.

I said, "I will climb that palm tree and take hold of its branches." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apricots,

and your mouth like the finest wine — flowing straight to my lover, spilling over the lips of those drifting into sleep.

I belong to my beloved, and his desire reaches toward me.

Come, my beloved — let us go out to the fields and spend the night among the henna blossoms.

Let us rise early to the vineyards — let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossoms have opened, whether the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and over our doors are all the finest fruits — new and old alike — my beloved, I have stored them up for you.