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

¹ How beautiful were thy steps with shoes, O daughter of a noble! the circuits of thy thighs a necklace, the work of the hands of an artist. ² Thy navel a bowl of roundness, it will not want mixed wine; thy belly a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies. ³ Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe-deer. ⁴ Thy neck as a tower of ivory; thine eyes pools in Heshbon, by the gate of the daughter of many: thy nose as the tower of Lebanon viewing the face of Damascus. ⁵ Thy head upon thee as Carmel, and the locks of thy head as purple; the King being bound in curls. ⁶ How beautiful and how pleasant thou wert, O love, in delights! ⁷ This thy height was like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters. ⁸ I said, I will go up upon the palm tree, I will hold fast upon its branches: and now thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the odor of thy nose as apples. ⁹ And thy palate as good wine going to my beloved for uprightness, causing the lips of the sleeping to flow softly.