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Chapter 7
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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 cunning workman. |
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Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not
liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about
with lilies. |
3
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. |
4
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Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the
fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy
nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward
Damascus. |
5
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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of
thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. |
6
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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! |
7
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This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts
to clusters of grapes. |
8
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I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take
hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall
be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose
like apples; |
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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. |
10
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I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. |
11
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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let
us lodge in the villages. |
12
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Let 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 thee my
loves. |
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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. |
