|7||Song of Solomon||Reference|
|How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! |
Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
|Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. |
Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.
|Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.|
|Your neck is like an ivory tower. |
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rab'bim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.
|Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; |
a king is held captive in the tresses.
|How fair and pleasant you are, |
O loved one, delectable maiden!
|You are stately as a palm tree, |
and your breasts are like its clusters.
|I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. |
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,
|and your kisses like the best wine |
that goes down smoothly,
gliding over lips and teeth.
|I am my beloved's, |
and his desire is for me.
|Come, my beloved, |
let us go forth into the fields,
and lodge in the villages;
|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.
|The mandrakes give forth fragrance, |
and over our doors are all choice fruits,
new as well as old,
which I have laid up for you,
O my beloved.
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