Son7:1 How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
Son7:2 Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.
Son7:3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Son7:4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.
Son7:5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.
Son7:6 How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden!
Son7:7 You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
Son7:8 I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,
Son7:9 and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
Son7:10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
Son7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages;
Son7:12 let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
Son7:13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.