7 Him: Your feet are so beautiful,
        perfectly fitted in sandals, noble daughter!^[a]
    Your sculpted thighs are like jewels,
        the work of a master hand.
²     Your hidden place is open to me like a goblet, perfect and round,
        that never runs dry of blended wine;
    Your waist is a mound of wheat—curved and white and fertile—
        encircled by lilies.
³     Your breasts are like two fawns,
        twins of a gazelle.
⁴     Your neck is as stunning as an ivory tower;
        your eyes shimmer like the pools in Heshbon
        by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
    Your nose is strong and proud like the tower of Lebanon,
        which points toward Damascus.
⁵     Your head is as stately as Mount Carmel;
        your hair shines like a tapestry of royal purple cloth—
        the king is held captive by your locks.
⁶     How beautiful you are, my love, and how pleasing
        In all your delightful and satisfying ways.
⁷     Your stature is as elegant as a date palm tree,
        and your breasts are sweet, attractive, and round like clusters of its fruit.
⁸     I say, “I will climb the palm tree;
        I will take hold of its fruit.”
    May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
        the fragrance of your mouth^[b] like fresh apples,
⁹         and may your kisses satisfy like the best wine.

Her: May the wine go down smoothly for my love,
        flowing gently over his lips and teeth.^[c]
10     I belong to my love,
        and he has desire for me.

¹¹     (to him) Come out into the fields, my love,
        and there spend the night in the villages.
¹²     Let’s rise with the morning and go to the vineyards
        to see if the vines have budded,
    If their blossoms have opened,
        and if the pomegranates are in bloom.
        There I will give you my love.
¹³     The mandrakes send out their seductive fragrance,
        and the finest fruits wait at our doors—
    New pleasures as well as old—
        I have stored them up for you, my lover.