Song of Solomon 6:13–7:7

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. —What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? —As it were the dance of two camps.

Chapter 7

¹How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist. ²Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies; ³Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle; ⁴Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, like the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus; ⁵Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets! ⁶How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights! ⁷This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.