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The Song of Solomon, 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.
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
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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.
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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.
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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
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This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters
of grapes.
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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.
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I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in
the villages.
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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.
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