Chapter 7 | |
1 | 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. |