| 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. |
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| 7:2 |
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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| 7:3 |
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. |
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| 7:4 |
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. |
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| 7:5 |
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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| 7:6 |
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! |
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| 7:7 |
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. |
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| 7:8 |
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; |
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| 7:9 |
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. |
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| 7:10 |
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. |
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| 7:11 |
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. |
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| 7:12 |
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. |
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| 7:13 |
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. |
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