Cantar de los Cantares 7

¹ How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist. ² Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies; ³ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle; ⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, like the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus; ⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets! ⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights! ⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters. ⁸ I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples, ⁹ And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me. ¹¹ --Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages. ¹² We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, If the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves. ¹³ The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.