7:5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
7:8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
7:9 And the roof of thy mouth like the bestwine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
7:10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
7:11 -- Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
7:12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
7:13 The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.