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How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble one. The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of the hands of a skilled craftsman.
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Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat surrounded 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 like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bat-Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Levanon looking toward Dammeseq.
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Your head upon you is like Karmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its flowing locks.
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How beautiful you are, and how pleasant, O love, among delights.
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Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters.
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I said: “I will climb the palm tree. I will take hold of its branches.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples,
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and your mouth like the best wine, going smoothly for my beloved, flowing gently over the lips of those who sleep.
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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 out into the field. Let us lodge among the villages.
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Let us rise early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, whether its blossoms have opened, whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love.
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The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.