Song of Songs 7:1-11

¹Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of your thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.

²Your navel is as a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

³Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.

⁴Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking towards Damascus.

⁵Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.

⁶How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, my love!

⁷This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.

⁸I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;

⁹and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.

¹⁰I am my kinsman's, and his desire is towards me.

¹¹Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.