Song-of-solomon - Chapter 7

1How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman: 2Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine. 3Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth. 4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus: 5Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner. 6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight. 7You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine. 8I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples; 9And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth. 10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me. 11Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees. 12Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love. 13The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.