Song of Songs 7
A further description of the Church's graces.
Song of Songs 7:1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist. Song of Songs 7:2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies; Song of Songs 7:3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle; Song of Songs 7:4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus; Song of Songs 7:5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets! Song of Songs 7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights! Song of Songs 7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters. Song of Songs 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, Song of Songs 7:9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
The Church professeth her faith and desire.
Song of Songs 7:10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me. Song of Songs 7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages. Song of Songs 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. Song of Songs 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.