Song of Songs 7:1-9 - Solomon's Praise Of His Dancing Maiden

¹ How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman. ² Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. ³ Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe. ⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus. ⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof . ⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! ⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters. ⁸ I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples, ⁹ And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.