Song of Solomon

7 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble,—The curvings of thy hips are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:

2 Thy navel is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;

3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:

4 Thy neck is like a tower of ivory,—Thine eyes are pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards Damascus:

5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head is like purple,—The king is held captive by the ringlets!

6 [He.] How beautiful and how delightful O dear love for delights:

7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts are like clusters:

8 I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples;

9 And thy mouth like good wine—[She.] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, Gliding over the lips of the sleeping.

10 I am my beloved’s, And unto me is his longing.

11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine hath burst forth, The blossom hath opened, The pomegranates have bloomed,—There will I give my caresses to thee.

13 The love-apples have given fragrance And at our openings are all precious things, new and yet old,—O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.