‏ Song of Solomon 7

1How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. 2Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. 4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pool in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. 5your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. 6How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights! 7This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes. 8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples; 9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. 10I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. 11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. 12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves. 13The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

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