Song of Solomon 7

7How beautiful are ^athy feet with shoes, ^bO prince’s daughter!

The joints of thy thighs are like ^cjewels,

The work of the hands of ^da cunning workman.

²Thy navel is like a round ^egoblet, which wanteth not ^†liquor:

Thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with ^flilies.

^3gThy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

^4hThy neck is as a tower of ivory;

Thine eyes like the fishpools in ⁱHeshbon, by the gate of ^kBath-rabbim:

Thy nose is as ^lthe tower of ^mLebanon which looketh toward ⁿDamascus.

⁵Thine head upon thee is like ^||oCarmel,

And ^pthe hair of thine head like purple;

^qThe king is ^†held in the ^rgalleries.

⁶How fair and how ^spleasant art thou, O love, for ^tdelights!

⁷This thy stature is like to a ^upalm tree,

And thy breasts to ^xclusters of grapes.

⁸I said, I will go up to the ^upalm tree,

I will take hold of the boughs thereof:

Now also thy breasts shall be as ^xclusters of the vine,

And the smell of thy nose like ^yapples;

⁹And ^zthe roof of thy mouth like the best wine

For my beloved, ^athat goeth down ^†sweetly,

Causing the lips ^||of those that are ^basleep to speak.

^10cI am my beloved’s, and his ^ddesire is 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 ^esee if the vine flourish, whether the ^ftender grape ^†appear,

And ^ethe pomegranates bud forth:

There will I give thee my loves.

¹³The ^gmandrakes give a smell,

And at ^hour gates are all manner of ⁱpleasant fruits,

^jNew and old,

Which I have ^klaid up for thee, O my beloved.