Song of Songs 7
1 Return, return, O Sunamite;
return, return, and we will look at thee.
What will ye see in the Sunamite?
[1]She cometh as bands of armies.
2 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes,
O daughter of the prince:
the joints of thy thighs are like chains,
the work of the craftsman.
3 Thy navel is as a turned bowl,
not wanting liquor;
thy belly is as a heap of wheat
set about with lilies.
4 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.
5 Thy neck is as an ivory tower;
thine eyes are as pools in Esebon,
by the gates of the [2]daughter of many:
thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon,
looking toward Damascus.
6 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel,
and the curls of thy hair like scarlet;
the king is bound in the [3]galleries.
7 How beautiful art thou,
and how sweet art thou, my love!
8 This is thy greatness in thy delights:
thou wast made like a palm tree,
and thy breasts to clusters.
9 I said, I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its high boughs:
and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
and the smell of thy nose as apples;
10 and thy throat as good wine,
going well with my kinsman,
suiting my lips and teeth.
11 I am my kinsman’s,
and [4]his desire is toward me.
12 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field;
let us lodge in the villages.
13 Let us go early into the vineyards;
let us see if the vine hath flowered,
if the blossoms have appeared,
if the pomegranates have blossomed;
there will I give thee my breasts.
14 The mandrakes have given a smell,
and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old.
O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee.