Cantar de los Cantares 7

¹D How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of an artist.

²Your navel is a round bowl that should never lack for mixed wine. Your body is a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.

³Your breasts are like twin fawns, the young of a gazelle.

⁴Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower on Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.

⁵You head rises like Carmel; your hair is like draperies of purple; a king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶G How beautiful you are, how pleasing, my love, my delight!

⁷Your very figure is like a palm tree, your breasts are like clusters.

⁸I said: I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine and the fragrance of your breath like apples,

⁹And your mouth like an excellent wine- B that flows smoothly for my lover, spreading over the lips and the teeth.

¹⁰I belong to my lover and for me he yearns.

¹¹Come, my lover, let us go forth to the fields and spend the night among the villages.

¹²Let us go early to the vineyards, and see if the vines are in bloom, If the buds have opened, if the pomegranates have blossomed; There will I give you my love.

¹³The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all choice fruits; Both fresh and mellowed fruits, my lover, I have kept in store for you.