Canticle of Canticles 7

¹What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy passes in shoes, o prince's daughter! The joints of thy thighs are as jewels, that are made by the hand of the artificer.

²Thy navel as a round bowl, never wanting cups. Thy belly as an heap of wheat, compassed about with lilies.

³Thy two breasts, as two fawns the twins of a roe.

⁴Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thine eyes as the fish-pools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose as the tower of Libanus, that looketh against Damascus.

⁵Thy head as Carmelus: and the hairs of thy head as a king's purple tied to conduit pipes.

⁶How beautiful art thou, and how comely my dearest, in delights!

⁷Thy stature is like to a palm-tree, & thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

⁸I said: I will go up into the palm-tree, and will take hold of the fruits thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of a vineyard: and the odour of thy mouth as it were of apples.

⁹Thy throat as the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, & for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

¹⁰Ito my beloved, and his turning is toward me.

¹¹Come my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.

¹²Let us rise early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.

¹³The Mandragoræs have given a smell. In our gates all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.