Chapter 7

  How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.  

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  Your body is like a round goblet, No mingled wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, Set about with lilies.  

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  Your two breasts are like two fawns, That are twins of a roe.  

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  Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.  

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  Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.  

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  How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!  

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  This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.  

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  I said, 'I will climb up into the palm-tree. I will take hold of its fruit.' Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved  

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  Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.  

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  I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.  

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  Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.  

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  Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, Its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.  

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  The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have stored up for you, my beloved.  

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