Song of Songs 7 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O royal princess!* The curves of your ⌊thighs⌋* are like ⌊jewels⌋,* the work of the hands of a craftsman.

LEB⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O royal princess!* The curves of your _⌊thighs_⌋* are like _⌊jewels_⌋,* the work of the hands of a craftsman. ² Your navel is _⌊a round wine-mixing bowl_⌋* that does not lack mixed* wine! Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled with lilies. ³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. ⁴ Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are pools in Heshbon at the gate of Beth Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon _⌊looking out over Damascus_⌋.* ⁵ _⌊Your head crowns you like Carmel_⌋;** the flowing locks of your head are like _⌊purple tapestry_⌋;* a king is held captive in the tresses! ⁶ How beautiful you are and how pleasant, O loved one in the delights! ⁷ _⌊Your stature_⌋* is like the palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters. ⁸ I say, "I will climb up the palm tree; I will lay hold of its fruit clusters." Let your breasts be pleasing like clusters of the vine and the scent of your breath like the apples. ⁹ Your palate is like the best wine that goes down for my beloved, smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.* ¹⁰ _⌊I belong to my beloved_⌋,* _⌊and he desires me_⌋!* ¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us _⌊go out to the countryside_⌋;* let us spend the night* in the villages. ¹² Let us rise early to go* to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded,* whether the grape blossom has opened, and whether the pomegranates _⌊are in bloom_⌋;* there I will give my love to you. ¹³ The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and _⌊over our doorway is every kind of delicious fruit_⌋;* both _⌊fresh and dried fruit I have stored up_⌋* for you, O my beloved.