7Verse 1How 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.Verse 2Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;Verse 3Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;Verse 4Thy 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;Verse 5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!Verse 6How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!Verse 7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.Verse 8I 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,Verse 9And 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.Verse 10I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.Verse 11— Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.Verse 12We 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.Verse 13The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.
Song of Solomon 7 — DBY
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