Song of Songs 7
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How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
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Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.
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Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
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Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
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How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
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Some versions read are, loved one, with .
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Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
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I said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
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May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep. The woman speaking to the man
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Some versions read over my lips and teeth .
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I am my beloved's, and he desires me.
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Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
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Some versions read night among the henna plants .
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Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
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The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.