Song of Songs 7 How lovely are your sandaled footsteps, O princely daughter; The curvings of your thighs are like eardrops, The work of true craftsman hands."

VIN⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ How lovely are your sandaled footsteps, O princely daughter; The curvings of your thighs are like eardrops, The work of true craftsman hands." ² Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your abdomen is a bundle of wheat, enclosed by lilies. ³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. ⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. ⁵ Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your tresses. ⁶ How beautiful you are and how pleasant, O loved one in the delights! ⁷ Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit. ⁸ I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, ⁹ and your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth. ¹⁰ I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me. ¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go out to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages. ¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom: there will I give you my loves. ¹³ The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doors are all the choice fruits, both old and new, that I've stored up for you, my beloved.