Song of Songs 7  New International Version

7 ^[a]How beautiful your sandaled feet,
    O prince’s^(A) daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
    the work of an artist’s hands.
² Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.
³ Your breasts^(B) are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle.
⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower.^(C)
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon^(D)
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon^(E)
    looking toward Damascus.
⁵ Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.^(F)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.
⁶ How beautiful^(G) you are and how pleasing,
    my love, with your delights!^(H)
7 Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts^(I) like clusters of fruit.
⁸ I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
    I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
    the fragrance of your breath like apples,^(J)
9     and your mouth like the best wine.