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 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. {liquor: Heb. mixture}

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. {Carmel: or, crimson} {held: Heb. bound}

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. {sweetly: Heb. straightly} {of those...: or, of the ancient}

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. {appear: Heb. open}

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.