King James VersionSong of Solomon7

Song of Solomon

1 How beau­ti­ful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daugh­ter! the joints of thy thighs are like jew­els, the work of the hands of a cun­ning work­man.
2 Thy navel is like a round gob­let, which wan­teth not liquor: thy bel­ly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy neck is as a tow­er of ivory; thine eyes like the fish­pools in Hes­h­bon, by the gate of Bathrab­bim: thy nose is as the tow­er of Lebanon which looketh to­ward Dam­as­cus.
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like pur­ple; the king is held in the gal­leries.
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 clus­ters of grapes.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs there­of: now also thy breasts shall be as clus­ters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like ap­ples;
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweet­ly, caus­ing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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 if the vine flour­ish, whether the ten­der grape ap­pear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee 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 thee, O my beloved.