7 How beautiful are thy ^[a]feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter!
Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
² Thy body is like a round goblet,
Wherein no mingled wine is wanting:
Thy waist is like a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
³ Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe.
⁴ Thy neck is like the 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 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 How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights!
⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,
And thy breasts to its clusters.
⁸ I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree,
I will take hold of the branches thereof:
Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy ^[b]breath like apples,
⁹ And thy ^[c]mouth like the best wine,
That goeth down ^[d]smoothly for my beloved,
^[e]Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s;
And his desire is toward 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 whether the vine hath budded,
And ^[f]its blossom is open,
And the pomegranates are in flower:
There will I give thee my love.
¹³ The mandrakes give forth fragrance;
And ^[g]at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old,
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.