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| 7:1 | As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides `are' as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer. |
| 7:2 | Thy waist `is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies, |
| 7:3 | Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe, |
| 7:4 | Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus, |
| 7:5 | Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings! |
| 7:6 | How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights. |
| 7:7 | This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. |
| 7:8 | I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons, |
| 7:9 | And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged! |
| 7:10 | I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire. |
| 7:11 | Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, |
| 7:12 | We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves; |
| 7:13 | The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee! |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 7:3 | Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. |
| 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. |
| 7:5 | Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. |
| 7:6 | How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! |
| 7:7 | This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. |
| 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; |
| 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. |
| 7:10 | I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. |
| 7:11 | Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 7:1 | How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful worker. |
| 7:2 | Your navel is like a round goblet; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
| 7:3 | Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. |
| 7:4 | Your neck is like an ivory tower; your eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, peering toward the face of Damascus. |
| 7:5 | Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King is held captive in its tresses. |
| 7:6 | How beautiful and how pleasant you are in delights, O love! |
| 7:7 | Your stature compares to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes. |
| 7:8 | I said, I will go up in the palm tree; I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your nose like apples, |
| 7:9 | and the roof of your mouth like the best wine going down smoothly, for my Beloved, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones. |
| 7:10 | I am my Beloved's, and His desire is toward me. |
| 7:11 | Come, my Beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us stay in the villages. |
| 7:12 | Let us rise up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flowers and the blossom opens, and the pomegranates bud forth. There I will give my loves to You. |
| 7:13 | The love apples give a scent, and over our doors are all excellent fruits ; new, also old, I have laid up for You, my Beloved. |
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