Song of Solomon 7
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How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O
prince's daughter!
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The joints of thy thighs are like
jewels, |
the work of the hands of a cunning
workman. |
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2 |
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:
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thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about
with
lilies. |
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3 |
Thy two breasts are like two young
roes that are twins.
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4 |
Thy neck is as a tower of
ivory;
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thine eyes like the fishpools in
Heshbon, |
by the gate of Bath-rab'bim: |
thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon |
which looketh toward
Damascus. |
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5 |
Thine head upon thee is like
Carmel,
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and the hair of thine head like purple; |
the King is held in the galleries.
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6 |
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O
love, for delights!
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7 |
This thy stature is like to a palm
tree,
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and thy breasts to clusters of
grapes. |
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8 |
I said, I will go up to the palm
tree,
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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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9 |
and the roof of thy mouth like the best
wine for my beloved,
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that goeth down sweetly, |
causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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10 |
I am my beloved's,
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and his desire is toward
me. |
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11 |
Come, my beloved,
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let us go forth into the field; |
let us lodge in the
villages. |
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12 |
Let us get up early to the vineyards;
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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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13 |
The mandrakes give a smell,
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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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