Song of Songs 7

MLV(i) 1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman. 2 Your body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Your waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe. 4 Your neck is like the tower of ivory. Your eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. 5 Your head upon you is like Carmel and the hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses. 6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7 This your stature is like to a palm tree and your breasts to its clusters. 8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let your breasts be as clusters of the vine and the smell of your breath like apples, 9 and your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.
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 has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love. 13 The love-apples give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.