Song of Solomon 7:1-13

7  How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman. 2  Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. 3  Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe. 4  Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus. 5  Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof . 6  How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! 7  This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters. 8  I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples, 9  And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. 10  I am my beloved’s; And his desire 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 see whether the vine hath budded, And its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love. 13  The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.