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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 cunning workman. |
| 2 | Thy navel is
like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an 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; 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 | Thine head upon thee is like
Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the
galleries. |
| 6
| How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for
delights! |
| 7
| This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts
to clusters of grapes. |
| 8 | 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; |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 12 | 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. |
| 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. |
