Song of Solomon 7:2-12

²Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.

³Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.

⁴Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.

⁵Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.

⁶Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!

⁷This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.

⁸I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,

⁹And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.

¹⁰I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.

¹¹Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.

¹²Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.