Songs 7

Sng 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. Tools specific to Sng 7:2

Sng 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. Tools specific to Sng 7:3

Sng 7:3

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. Tools specific to Sng 7:4

Sng 7:4

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. Tools specific to Sng 7:5

Sng 7:5

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. Tools specific to Sng 7:6

Sng 7:6

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! Tools specific to Sng 7:7

Sng 7:7

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. Tools specific to Sng 7:8

Sng 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; Tools specific to Sng 7:9

Sng 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. Tools specific to Sng 7:10

Sng 7:10

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. Tools specific to Sng 7:11

Sng 7:11

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Tools specific to Sng 7:12

Sng 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. Tools specific to Sng 7:13

Sng 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.