Song of Songs 7

1 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [thy] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.

2 Thy navel is [as] a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.

4 Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.

5 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.

6 How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, [my] love!

7 This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples;

9 and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.

10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.

11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts.

13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for thee.