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