 Song of Solomon number seven. How beautiful are the feet with shoes. Princess daughter, the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cutting work. Thy navel is like a world. I'm a hard time reading because my eyes are squinting. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy two breasts are like two young rose that are twins. I'm going to read that again. Thy two breasts are like two young rose that are twins. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon by the gates of Bathrabbim. Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh down towards 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 the lights, this thy stature is like to a palm tree and thy breast to clusters of grapes. I said I will go up to the palm tree. I will take hold of the pose thereof. Thou also thy breast shall be as clusters in the vine and the smell of thy nose like apples and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. I am my beloveds and his desires towards me. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see in the vine flourish whether the tender grape appear and the pomegranates bud forth. There will I give thee my loves, the mandrakes give a smell, and at your gates are all manners of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.