Cânticos 7

1 [^1] How beautiful your sandaled feet, ¶ O prince's daughter! ¶ Your graceful legs are like jewels, ¶ the work of an artist's hands.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. ¶ Your waist is a mound of wheat ¶ encircled by lilies.

3 Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle.

4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon ¶ by the gate of Bath Rabbim. ¶ Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon ¶ looking toward Damascus.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; ¶ the king is held captive by its tresses.

6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights!

7 Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

8 I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit." ¶ May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, ¶ the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 and your mouth like the best wine. ¶ May the wine go straight to my beloved, ¶ flowing gently over lips and teeth. [^2]

10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. [^3]

12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, ¶ if their blossoms have opened, ¶ and if the pomegranates are in bloom — ¶ there I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, ¶ both new and old, ¶ that I have stored up for you, my beloved.