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1 How beautiful are
your feet in sandals, prince’s
daughter!
Your rounded thighs are
like jewels,
the work of
the hands of
a skillful workman.
2 Your
body is like
a round goblet,
no mixed wine is wanting.
Your waist is
like a heap
of wheat,
set about
with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are
like two fawns,
that are twins of a roe.
4 Your neck is
like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are like
the pools in Heshbon
by the gate
of Bathrabbim.
Your nose is like the tower
of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your
head on you
is like Carmel.
The hair of your
head like purple.
The king is held
captive in its tresses.
6 How beautiful
and how pleasant you
are,
love, for delights!
7 This,
your stature, is like
a palm tree,
your breasts like its fruit.
8 I said, “I
will climb up into the palm
tree.
I will take hold of its fruit.”
Let your breasts be like clusters
of the vine,
the smell of your breath
like apples.
9 Your mouth
is like the best
wine,
that goes down smoothly
for my beloved,
gliding through the lips
of those who
are asleep.
Beloved
10 I
am my beloved’s.
His desire is
toward me.
11 Come, my
beloved! Let’s go out
into the field.
Let’s lodge in the villages.
12 Let’s
go early up to
the vineyards.
Let’s see whether the vine
has budded,
its blossom is open,
and the pomegranates are
in flower.
There I will
give you my
love.
13 The mandrakes produce fragrance.
At our doors are
all kinds of precious fruits, new
and old,
which I have
stored up for
you, my beloved.