Song of Solomon 7
7 How 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.
2 Thy navel is like a round egoblet, which wanteth not †liquor:
Thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with flilies.
3 gThy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 hThy 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.
5 Thine head upon thee is like ||oCarmel,
And pthe hair of thine head like purple;
qThe king is †held in the rgalleries.
6 How fair and how spleasant art thou, O love, for tdelights!
7 This thy stature is like to a upalm tree,
And thy breasts to xclusters of grapes.
8 I 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;
9 And 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.
10 cI am my beloved’s, and his ddesire 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 esee if the vine flourish, whether the ftender grape †appear,
And ethe pomegranates bud forth:
There will I give thee my loves.
13 The 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.