Song of Solomon 7

How beautiful are your steps in sandals, daughter of a nobleman!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman’s hands. Your navel is a round bowl;
may it never lack mixed wine.
Your belly is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like a tower of ivory;
your eyes are pools in Heshbon beside the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the flowing hair of your head is like purple;
a king is held captive in its tresses. How beautiful and how delightful you are, O love, with all your pleasures! Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters. I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, and your mouth like fine wine, flowing smoothly to my beloved, stirring the lips of sleepers. I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me. Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields;
let us spend the night in the villages. Let us go early to the vineyards and see whether the vine has budded, whether its blossoms have opened and the pomegranates have bloomed.
There I will give you my love. The mandrakes give forth their fragrance, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

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