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# Chapter 7
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1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
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O noble daughter!
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Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
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the work of a master hand.
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2 Your navel is a rounded bowl
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that never lacks mixed wine.
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Your belly is a heap of wheat,
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encircled with lilies.
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3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
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twins of a gazelle.
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4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
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Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,
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by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
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Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
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which looks toward Damascus.
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5 Your head crowns you like Carmel,
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and your flowing locks are like purple;
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a king is held captive in the tresses.
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6 How beautiful and pleasant you are,
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O loved one, with all your delights!
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7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
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and your breasts are like its clusters.
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8 I say I will climb the palm tree
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and lay hold of its fruit.
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Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
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and the scent of your breath like apples,
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9 and your mouth like the best wine.
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It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
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gliding over lips and teeth.
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10 I am my beloved's,
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and his desire is for me.
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11 Come, my beloved,
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let us go out into the fields
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and lodge in the villages;
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12 let us go out early to the vineyards
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and see whether the vines have budded,
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whether the grape blossoms have opened
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and the pomegranates are in bloom.
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There I will give you my love.
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13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance,
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and beside our doors are all choice fruits,
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new as well as old,
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which I have laid up for you, O my beloved. |