SONG 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.
SONG 7:2 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.
SONG 7:3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
SONG 7:4 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.
SONG 7:5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses `thereof'.
SONG 7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
SONG 7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
SONG 7:8 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,
SONG 7:9 And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
SONG 7:10 I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.
SONG 7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
SONG 7:12 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.
SONG 7:13 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.