Song of Songs 7:1-10 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.

Geneva⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman. ² Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies. ³ Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes. ⁴ Thy 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. ⁵ Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters. ⁶ Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures! ⁷ This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters. ⁸ I 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, ⁹ And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake. ¹⁰ I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.