| Chapter 7 |
1 | How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
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2 | Thy body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
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3 | Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
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4 | Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward 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 captive in the tresses [thereof].
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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 its clusters.
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8 | I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
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9 | And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
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10 | I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward 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 whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
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13 | The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
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