Song of Solomon 7

1 how beautiful are thy feet with shoes, o prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman 2 thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies 3 thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins 4 thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in heshbon, by the gate of bathrabbim thy nose is as the tower of lebanon which looketh toward damascus 5 thine head upon thee is like carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries 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 clusters of grapes 8 i said, i will go up to the palm tree, i will take hold of the boughs thereof now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; 9 and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak 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 if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth there will i give thee my loves 13 the mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits , new and old, which i have laid up for thee, o my beloved