Song of Songs 7:1-10 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

BSB⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master. ² Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies. ³ Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. ⁴ Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus. ⁵ Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses. ⁶ How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights! ⁷ Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit. ⁸ I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, ⁹ and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth. ¹⁰ I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.