Songs:7:1-9
rsv@Songs:7:1 @ How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
rsv@Songs:7:2 @ Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.
rsv@Songs:7:3 @ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
rsv@Songs:7:4 @ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rab'bim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.
rsv@Songs:7:5 @ Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.
rsv@Songs:7:6 @ How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden!
rsv@Songs:7:7 @ You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
rsv@Songs:7:8 @ I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,
rsv@Songs:7:9 @ and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
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