Song of Songs 7

7:1What shall you see in the Shulamite? She comes as a company of the camps. How you do beautify your footsteps in sandals, O daughter of Nabad. The proportions of your thighs are likened to pendants -- works of the hands of a craftsman.

7:2Your navel is as a turned basin, not lacking mixed wine. Your belly is as a heap of grain shut up in lilies.

7:3Your two breasts are as two fawns, twins of the doe.

7:4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes are as lakes in Heshbon, by the gates of the daughter of many. Your nose is as the tower of Lebanon, watching in front of Damascus.

7:5Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the braid of your head is as purple, with the king being bound by its passing by.

7:6How beautiful and how delicious, O love, in your luxuries.

7:7This your greatness is likened to the palm, and your breasts to the clusters of grapes.

7:8I said, I will ascend unto the palm, I will seize its heights; and your breasts shall indeed be as clusters of grapes of the grapevine, and the scent of your nose as apples.

7:9And your throat is as good wine, going to my beloved man in straightness, suiting in my lips and teeth.

7:10I turn to my beloved man, and his turning is towards me.

7:11Come, O my beloved man! we should go forth into the field; we should lodge in towns.

7:12We should rise early to the vineyards; we should see if the grapevine bloomed; if the blossoms bloomed; if the pomegranates bloomed. There I will give my breasts to you.

7:13The mandrakes gave a scent, and at our doors are all the fruit trees -- new to old. O my beloved man, I kept them for you.