7 How graceful are your sandaled feet,
        willing woman!
The smooth curves of your thighs—like fine jewelry,
        the work of an artist’s hands!
² Your navel, cupped like the full moon—
        may it never lack spiced wine!
Your belly is a mound of winnowed wheat
        edged with lilies.
³ Your two breasts are like two fawns,
        twins of a gazelle doe;
⁴     your neck, like a tower of ivory;
        your eyes, pools in Heshbon,
            by the gate of that lordly city.^[c]
Your profile is like the tower of Lebanon,
        looking out toward Damascus.
⁵ Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
        and your hair, braided in royal purple—
            a king is bound by the tresses!
⁶ You are so beautiful, so lovely—
        my love, delightful one!^[d]