Song of Songs, Chapter 7

1. (7-2) How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.    2. (7-3) Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.    3. (7-4) Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.    4. (7-5) Thy neck is as a 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. (7-6) 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. (7-7) How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!    7. (7-8) This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.    8. (7-9) I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;    9. (7-10) And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'    10. (7-11) I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.    11. (7-12) Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.    12. (7-13) Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine- blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.    13. (7-14) 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.