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7:1  How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
7:2  Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
7:3  Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
7:4  Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, like the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
7:5  Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets!
7:6  How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights!
7:7  This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
7:8  I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
7:9  And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them 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 fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
7:12  We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, If the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
7:13  The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.