Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs
are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2 Thy body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Thy
waist is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By
the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh
toward Damascus.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The
king is held captive in the tresses [thereof] .
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches
thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath
like apples,
9 And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved,
Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
10 I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the
villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath
budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There
will I give thee my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of
precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.