Song of Solomon 7

¹How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter!

²Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:

³Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

⁴Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;

⁵Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,

⁶How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

⁷This thy stature is like to a palm tree,

⁸I said, I will go up to the palm tree,

⁹And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine,

¹⁰I am my beloved’s, and his desire is towards me.

¹¹Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;

¹²Let us get up early to the vineyards;

¹³The mandrakes give a smell,