7 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.