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.