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7:1  How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, noble daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, like the work of an artist's hands.
7:2  Your navel is a round bowl. May it always be filled with spiced wine. Your waist is a bundle of wheat enclosed in lilies.
7:3  Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
7:4  Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like pools in Heshbon, pools by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like a Lebanese tower facing Damascus.
7:5  You hold your head as high as Mount Carmel. Your dangling curls are royal beauty. Your flowing locks could hold a king captive.
7:6  How beautiful and charming you are, my love, with your elegance.
7:7  Young woman, your figure is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
7:8  I thought, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like clusters on the vine. May the fragrance of your breath be like apples.
7:9  May your mouth taste like the best wine...... that goes down smoothly to my beloved and glides over the lips of those about to sleep.
7:10  I am my beloved's, and he longs for me.
7:11  Come, my beloved. Let's go into the field. Let's spend the night among the henna flowers.
7:12  Let's go to the vineyards early. Let's see if the vines have budded, if the grape blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
7:13  The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our door are all kinds of precious fruits. I have saved new and old things for you alone, my beloved.