1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter!
the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the
hands of a cunning workman.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:
thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools
in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the
tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine
head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
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
clusters of grapes.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the
boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of
the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved,
that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are
asleep to speak.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge
in the villages.
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 will I give thee my loves.
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 thee, O
my beloved.
|
