Song of Solomon (Canticles) 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.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:2: Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:3: Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:4: Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:5: Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:6: How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:7: This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:8: 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;

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:9: 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.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:10: I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:11: Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:12: 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.

Song of Solomon (Canticles) 7:13: 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.