Song of Solomon 7

1How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of your thighs like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. 2your navel a round goblet, wanteth not liquor: your belly an heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3your two breasts like two young roes twins. 4your neck as a tower of ivory; your eyes the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. 5your head upon you like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king held in the galleries. 6How fair and how pleasant art you, O love, for delights! 7This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters . 8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples; 9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. 10I my beloved's, and his desire toward me. 11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. 12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, the tender grape appear, the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves. 13The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates all manner of pleasant , new and old, I have laid up for you, O my beloved.