Song of Solomon 7:1-9 ▼

1 O howe pleasaunt are thy treadynges with thy shoes, thou princes daughter? the ioyntes of thy thighes are like a faire iewell, which is wrought by a cunnyng workemaister.

2 Thy nauell is lyke a rounde goblet, which is neuer without drynke. (7:3) Thy wombe is like a heape of wheate that is set about with lilies.

3 (7:4) Thy two breastes are lyke two twinnes of young roes.

4 (7:5) Thy necke is as it were a towre of iuorie: thine eyes also are lyke the water pooles that are in Hesebon, beside the port of Bathrabbim, thy nose is lyke the towre of Libanus, which loketh towarde Damascus.

5 (7:6) That head that standeth vpon thee is lyke Carmel: and the heere of thy head is like purple, and like a kyng dwellyng among many water conduites.

6 (7:7) O Howe faire and louely art thou my dearlyng in pleasures?

7 (7:8) Thy stature is lyke a paulme tree, and thy breastes lyke the grapes.

8 (7:9) I sayde, I wyll climbe vp into the paulme tree, and take holde of his hye braunches. (7:10) Thy breastes also shalbe as the wine clusters, the smell of thy nosethrilles like as the smell of apples.

9 (7:11) And thy rooffe of thy mouth lyke the best wine, which is meete for my best beloued, pleasaunt for his lippes, and for his teeth to chawe.