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SongSolomon 7

1 The Beloved: How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilled artist.
2 Your navel is like a round goblet; it lacks no mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower, your eyes like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive in its tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love; so exquisite!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters.
8 I said, I will go up into the palm tree, I will grasp its stalk. Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your nose like apples,
9 and the roof of your mouth like excellent wine. Shulamite: The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over the lips into sleep.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms are open, and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give my love to you.
13 At our door all manner of excellent fragrances for love, new and old, I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
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