SONG OF SONGS 7

1 Daughter of the prince, thy goings be full fair in shoes; the jointures of thy hips be as brooches, that be made by the hand of a craftsman. 2 Thy navel is as a round cup, and well-formed, that hath never need to drinks; thy womb is as an heap of wheat, beset about with lilies. 3 Thy two teats be as two kids, twins of a capret. 4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes be as [the] cisterns in Heshbon, that be in the gate of the daughter of [the] multitude; thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, that beholdeth against Damascus. 5 Thine head is as Carmel; and the hairs of thine head be as the king’s purple, joined to troughs. 6 Most dear spousess, thou art full fair, and full shapely in delights. 7 Thy stature is likened to a palm tree, and thy teats to clusters of grapes. 8 I said, I shall go up into a palm tree, and I shall take the fruits thereof. And thy teats shall be as the clusters of grapes of a vinery; and the odour of thy mouth as the odour of pom-egranates; 9 thy throat shall be as best wine. Worthy to my darling for to drink, and to his lips and teeth to chew. 10 I shall cleave by love to my darling, and his turning shall be to me. 11 Come thou, my darling, go we out into the field; dwell we together in towns. 12 Rise we early to the vinery; see we, if the vine hath flowered, if the flowers bring forth fruit, if [the] pomegranates have flowered; there I shall give to thee my loves. 13 [The] Mandrakes have given their odour in our gates; my darling, I have kept to thee all apples, new and eld [or old].