7 ¹ How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
7 ² Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.
7 ³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
7 ⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.
7 ⁵ Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses.

7 ⁶ How fair and pleasant you are,
O loved one, delectable maiden!
7 ⁷ You are stately as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
7 ⁸ I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches.
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,
7 ⁹ and your kisses like the best wine
that goes down smoothly,
gliding over lips and teeth.