Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
7:2Thy body is like a round goblet,
Wherein no mingled wine is wanting:
Thy waist is like a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
7:3Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe.
7:4Thy neck is like the tower of ivory;
Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon,
Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looketh toward Damascus.
And the hair of thy head like purple;
The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
7:6How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights!
7:7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,
And thy breasts to its clusters.
7:8I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree,
I will take hold of the branches thereof:
Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy breath like apples,
7:9And thy mouth like the best wine,
That goeth down smoothly for my beloved,
Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. \\ \\
7:10I am my beloved's;
And his desire is toward me.
7:11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
7:12Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us see whether the vine hath budded,
And its blossom is open,
And the pomegranates are in flower:
There will I give thee my love.
7:13The mandrakes give forth fragrance;
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.