nsb - Songs:7

nsb@Songs:7:1 @ »How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

nsb@Songs:7:2 @ »Your navel is like a round goblet. It does not need liquor. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

nsb@Songs:7:3 @ »Your two breasts are like two young fawns that are twins.

nsb@Songs:7:4 @ »Your neck is as a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is as the tower of Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.

nsb@Songs:7:5 @ »Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

nsb@Songs:7:6 @ »How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!

nsb@Songs:7:7 @ »Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of dates.

nsb@Songs:7:8 @ »I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs. Also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples.

nsb@Songs:7:9 @ »The roof of your mouth is like the best wine for my beloved.« »The wine goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

nsb@Songs:7:10 @ »I belong to my beloved. His desire is toward me.

nsb@Songs:7:11 @ »Come, my beloved, let us go into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

nsb@Songs: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 I will give you my love.

nsb@Songs: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 you, O my beloved.