Cânticos 7

1 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince’s daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.

2 Thy navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.

3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.

4 Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, 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: a king is held bound in the tresses.

6 How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!

7 This thy stature is like a palm–tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.

8 I thought, I wish to climb up the palm–tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

9 And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.––

10 I am my friend’s, and toward me is his desire.

11 Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened to the view, whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.

13 The mandrakes give forth their smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.