Song of Solomon Chapter 7
Your kicks are straight up flames, queen! Those thighs of yours are like gems, crafted by a total legend.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs {are} like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Your belly's like a solid cup, always overflowing; your midsection's a whole vibe like wheat hugged by flowers.
Thy navel {is like} a round goblet, {which} wanteth not liquor: thy belly {is like} an heap of wheat set about with lilies. {liquor: Heb. mixture}
Those two girls are like twin fawns, no cap.
Thy two breasts {are} like two young roes {that are} twins.
Your neck’s an ivory tower; your peepers are like chill pools in Heshbon, and your nose is a Lebanon tower checking out Damascus.
Thy neck {is} as a tower of ivory; thine eyes {like} the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose {is} as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Your head's like Carmel, and your hair's lit like royalty; the king's definitely vibing with that.
Thine head upon thee {is} like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king {is} held in the galleries. {Carmel: or, crimson} {held: Heb. bound}
You’re so stunning and radiating solid vibes, my love, for real!
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Your height's like a palm tree, and your girls are like grape clusters, pure fire.
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters {of grapes}.
I’m scaling that palm tree, ready to snag those branches; your girls are like vine clusters, and your scent's like fresh apples.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
The roof of your mouth is like the finest wine for my boo, going down smooth, waking up sleepy lips for some talk.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth {down} sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. {sweetly: Heb. straightly} {of those...: or, of the ancient}
I’m all about my boo, and he’s totally vibing with me.
I {am} my beloved's, and his desire {is} toward me.
Yo, my love, let’s bounce to the fields; let’s chill in the villages.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Let’s get up early for the vineyards; let’s check if the vines are thriving, if the grapes are popping, and if the pomegranates are blooming: I’ll show you my love there.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, {whether} the tender grape appear, {and} the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. {appear: Heb. open}
The mandrakes smell incredible, and at our gates are all kinds of fresh fruits, both new and old, just for you, my love.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates {are} all manner of pleasant {fruits}, new and old, {which} I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.