Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are thy feet in thy shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an excellent workman.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which does not lack liquor; thy belly is like a 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 looks toward Damascus.
5 Thine head upon thee is like scarlet, and the hair of thine head like the purple of the king hung in the galleries.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 This, thy stature is like unto the palm tree, and thy breasts to the clusters.
8 I said, I will climb up the palm tree, I will take hold of the clusters thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 and thy palate like the best wine that goes into my beloved sweetly and causes the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 I am my beloved’s, and with me he has his contentment.
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 vines flourish, whether the tender flowers appear, if the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give thee my loves.
13 The mandrakes have given their fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of sweet fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.