7:1 Howe beautifull are thy feete with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels, the worke of the hands of a cunning workman. 7:2 Thy nauell is like a round goblet, which wanteth not licour: thy belly is like an heape of wheate, set about with lillies. 7:3 Thy two breasts are like two yong Roes that are twinnes. 7:4 Thy necke is as a towre of yuory: thine eyes like the fish pooles in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus. 7:5 Thine head vpon thee is like Carmel, and the haire of thine head like purple, the king is held in the galleries. 7:6 How faire, and how pleasant art thou, O Loue, for delights! 7:7 This thy stature is like to a palme tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. 7:8 I said, I will goe vp to the palme tree, I will take hold of the boughes thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose, like apples. 7:9 And the roofe of thy mouth like the best wine, for my beloued, that goeth downe sweetely, causing the lippes of those that are asleepe, to speake. 7:10 I am my beloueds, and his desire is towards me. 7:11 Come, my beloued, let vs goe forth into the field: let vs lodge in the villages. 7:12 Let vs get vp earely to the vineyards, let vs see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appeare, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I giue thee my loues. 7:13 The mandrakes giue a smell, and at our gates are all maner of pleasant fruits, new and olde, which I haue laid vp for thee, O my beloued.