KJV Song of Songs Chapter 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs |are| like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. 2 Thy navel |is like| a round goblet, |which| wanteth not liquor: thy belly |is like| an heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Thy two breasts |are| like two young roes |that are| twins. 4 Thy neck |is| as a tower of ivory; thine eyes |like| the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose |is| as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. 5 Thine head upon thee |is| like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king |is| held in the galleries. 6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! 7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters |of grapes|. 8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; 9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth |down| sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. 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 if the vine flourish, |whether| the tender grape appear, |and| the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. 13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates |are| all manner of pleasant |fruits|, new and old, |which| I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.