Song of Songs 7
1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! the curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful craftsman.
2Your navel is like a round goblet, which lacks not blended drink: your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.
4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your tresses.
6How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for your delights!
7This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to its clusters.
8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches: may also your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom: there will I give you my loves.
13The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
Commentaries for Song of Songs 7:0