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

¹ O how pleasant are thy treadings, with thy shoes, thou prince's daughter? The joint of thy thighs are like a fair jewel, which is wrought by a cunning work master; ² Thy navel is like a round goblet, which is never without drink. Thy womb is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies; ³ Thy two breasts are like two twins of young roes. ⁴ Thy neck is as it were a tower of ivory; thine eyes are like the water pools in Heshbon, by the port of Bathrabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus. ⁵ That head that standeth upon thee is like Carmel; the hair of thy head is like the king's purple folden up in plates. ⁶ O how fair and lovely art thou, my darling, in pleasures? ⁷ Thy stature is like a date tree, and thy breasts like the grapes. ⁸ I said, I will climb up the date tree, and take hold of his branches. Thy breasts also shall be as the vine grapes, the smell of thy nostrils like the smell of apples, ⁹ and thy throat like the best wine. This shall be pure and clear for my love, his lips and teeth shall have their pleasure.