Song of Solomon 7
1. 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.
2. Thy navel is like a round goblet,which wanteth * not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about * with lilies.
3. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4. 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.
5. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held * in the galleries.
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 clusters of grapes.
8. 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;
9. 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 * .
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 * if the vine flourish * , whether the tender grape appear * , and the pomegranates bud forth * : there will I give * thee my loves.
13. 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.
