HOW beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

4 Your neck is like an ivory tower, your eyes like a pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; a king is held captive by your tresses.

6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters.

8 I said, "I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches." Let now your breass be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of sleepers.

10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

11  Come, my beloved, let us go forth to the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms are open, and the pomegranats are in bloom, There I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our gates are pleasant fruits, all manner, new and old, which I have laid up for you, my beloved. SONG OF SOLOMEN 7