Song of Songs 7

LITV(i) 1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful worker. 2 Your navel is like a round goblet; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. 4 Your neck is like an ivory tower; your eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, peering toward the face of Damascus. 5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King is held captive in its tresses. 6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are in delights, O love! 7 Your stature compares to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes. 8 I said, I will go up in the palm tree; I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your nose like apples, 9 and the roof of your mouth like the best wine going down smoothly, for my Beloved, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones. 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 stay in the villages. 12 Let us rise up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flowers and the blossom opens, and the pomegranates bud forth. There I will give my loves to You. 13 The love apples give a scent, and over our doors are all excellent fruits; new, also old, I have laid up for You, my Beloved.