Song of Songs 7:1-9

1How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman. 2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.1 3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. 4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. 5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive by her locks of hair.23 6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! 7This thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes . 8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of thy breath like apples; 9And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.45