| Chapter 7 |
1 | 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 skillful workman.
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2 | Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
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3 | Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
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4 | Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards Damascus.
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5 | Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
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6 | How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
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7 | This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
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8 | I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
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9 | 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.
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10 | I am my beloved's, and his desire is towards me.
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11 | Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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12 | Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, whether the tender grape appeareth, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
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13 | The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
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