Song of Solomon 7
The groom and bride exchange lavish descriptions of each other's beauty, with the groom praising the bride's feet, thighs, navel, abdomen, breasts, neck, eyes, nose, head, and hair. The bride reciprocates by complimenting the groom's throat and expressing her desire for him. The couple longs to be together, planning a romantic outing to the fields and vineyards where they can express their love. The bride promises to give herself to the groom, offering him the best of her love, both old and new.
Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments? Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artistYour navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with liliesYour two breasts are like two young twin doesYour neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward DamascusYour head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleatsMost beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delightsYour stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapesGroom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like applesBride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplateI am for my beloved, and his turning is to meApproach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villagesLet us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to youThe mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you
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