Song of Songs 7 ¶ How beautiful are thy feet in thy shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an excellent workman.

EJ2000⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ ¶ How beautiful are thy feet in thy shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an excellent workman. ² Thy navel is like a round goblet, which does not lack liquor; thy belly is like a 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 looks toward Damascus. ⁵ Thine head upon thee is like scarlet, and the hair of thine head like the purple of the king hung in the galleries. ⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! ⁷ This, thy stature is like unto the palm tree, and thy breasts to the clusters. ⁸ I said, I will climb up the palm tree, I will take hold of the clusters thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine and the smell of thy nose like apples; ⁹ and thy palate like the best wine that goes into my beloved sweetly and causes the lips of those that are asleep to speak. ¹⁰ ¶ I am my beloved’s, and with me he has his contentment. 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 vines flourish, whether the tender flowers appear, if the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give thee my loves. ¹³ The mandrakes have given their fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of sweet fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.