7:4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory.
Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
overlooking Damascus.
7:5 Your head crowns
The locks of your hair
the king is held captive
7:6 How beautiful you are! How lovely,
O love,
The Lover to His Beloved:
7:7 Your stature
and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
7:8 I want
and take hold of its fruit stalks.
May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes,
and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots!
7:9 May your mouth
flowing smoothly for my beloved,
gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
7:10 I am my beloved’s,
and he desires me!
The Beloved to Her Lover:
7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside;
let us spend the night in the villages.
7:12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards,
to see if the vines have budded,
to see if their blossoms have opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom –
there I will give you my love.
7:13 The mandrakes
over our door is every delicacy,
both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.