Song of Solomon 7:1-7

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, Which wanteth not liquor: Thy belly is like an heap of wheat Set about with lilies. Thy two breasts are like two young roes That are twins. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bathrabbim: Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thine head like purple; The king is held in the galleries. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! This thy stature is like to a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.