Song of Songs 7:1-9

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 workman.

2Your navel is a rounded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

3Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.

4Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus.

5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.

6How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

7This stature of yours is like a palm tree, And your breasts like its clusters.

8I said, “I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches.” Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The fragrance of your breath like apples,

9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.