Chapter 7

7 Return, return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two camps. How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of an artist's hands. Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks blended wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; a king is held captive in its tresses. How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights! This your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters. I said: I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Let your breasts now be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples, and your mouth like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep. I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us rise early 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. The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all choice fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, my beloved.