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7:1  How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, 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, wherein no mingled wine is wanting: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
7:3  Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.
7:4  Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like 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 captive in the tresses thereof.
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 climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples;
7:9  And thy mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
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 whether the vine hath budded, and its blossom be open, and the pomegranates be in flower: there will I give thee my love.
7:13  The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.