Cantares 7

1🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-2) How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.

2🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-3) Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-4) Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.

4🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-5) Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-6) Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

6🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-7) How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-8) This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-9) I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;

9🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-10) And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'

10🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-11) I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

11🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-12) Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-13) Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.

13🖍️📝📤🖼️🔗(7-14) The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.