Chapter 7

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master.
Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine.

Your belly is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by Bath-rabbim's gate.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth-- a king could be held captive in your tresses.
How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights!
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.
Your mouth is like fine wine-- flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth!
I am my love's, and his desire is for me.
Come, my love, let's go to the field; let's spend the night among the henna blossoms.
Let's go early to the vineyards; let's see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my caresses.
The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy, both new and old. I have treasured them up for you, my love.