Song of Songs, Chapter 7

1. How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, 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, [wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: thy belly is [like] an 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. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine 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 clusters [of grapes].    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 be open, [and] the pomegranates be 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.