Song of Songs 7 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised（CSBA）

1How beautiful are your sandalled feet, princess!  ,

The curves of your thighs are like jewellery,

the handiwork of a master.

2Your navel is a rounded bowl;

it never lacks mixed wine.

Your belly is a mound of wheat

surrounded by lilies.

3Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle. 

4Your neck is like a tower of ivory, 

your eyes like pools in Heshbon

by Bath-rabbim’s gate.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

looking towards Damascus.

5Your head crowns you  like Mount Carmel,

the hair of your head like purple cloth –

a king could be held captive  in your tresses.

6How beautiful you are and how pleasant, 

my love, with such delights!

7Your stature is like a palm tree;

your breasts are clusters of fruit.

8I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree

and take hold of its fruit.’ 

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,

and the fragrance of your breath like apricots. 

9Your mouth  is like fine wine   –

flowing smoothly for my love,

gliding past my lips and teeth! 

10I am my love’s,

and his desire  is for me. 

11Come, my love,

let’s go to the field;

let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms. 

12Let’s go early to the vineyards;

let’s see if the vine has budded,

if the blossom has opened,

if the pomegranates are in bloom. 

There I will give you my caresses.

13The mandrakes  give off a fragrance,

and at our doors is every delicacy,

both new and old.

I have treasured them up for you, my love.