Song of Songs 7 How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

TKJU⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. ² Your navel is like a round goblet, which does not lack liquor: Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. ³ Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins. ⁴ Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: Your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. ⁵ Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. ⁶ How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights! ⁷ This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts as clusters of grapes. ⁸ I said, "I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs": Now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples; ⁹ and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. ¹⁰ I am my beloved's, and his desire is towards me. ¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. ¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grapes appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: There will I give you my loves. ¹³ The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.