Cânticos 7

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 skilful workman.

2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.

3 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.

4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.

5 Thy head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king [is] held captive by [its] locks of hair.

6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!

7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.

8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,

9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.

10 I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.

11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, [whether] the tender grape appeareth, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smell, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.