ULT by section SNG 7:1

The Song of Songs 7

7 How your feet are beautiful in sandals, daughter of a noble!

The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,

the work of the hands of a craftsman.

2 Your navel is the rounded bowl—

that never lacks spiced wine.

Your belly is a heap of wheat

encircled with the 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

by the gate of Bath Rabbim.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,

looking to the face of Damascus.

5 Your head on you is like Carmel,

and the loose hair of your head is like purple;

a king is held captive in the tresses.

6 How you are beautiful and how you are lovely—

love with delights!

7 This is your height—it is like a palm tree,

and your breasts like its clusters.

8 I said, “I will go up the palm tree;

I will grab hold of its fruit stalks.”

And, please, let your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,

and let the smell of your nose be like apples,

9 and let your mouth be like the best wine.

Going down for my beloved smoothly,

gliding over the lips of those who sleep.

10 I belong to my beloved

and his longing is for me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go out to the fields;

let us spend the night in the villages.

12 Let us go early to the vineyards;

let us see if the vine has budded,

if the blossoms have opened,

if the pomegranates have bloomed.

There I will give my love to you.

13 The mandrakes give off a scent,

and over our doors are all choice fruits,

new ones and also old ones.

My beloved, I have stored these up for you.