7 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
aO prince’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
It lacks no 1blended beverage.
Your waist is a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
3 bYour two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle.
4 cYour neck is like an ivory tower,
Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon
By the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looks toward Damascus.
And the hair of your head is like purple;
A king is held captive by your tresses.
O love, with your delights!
And your breasts like its clusters.
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your 2breath like apples,
The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,