SHIR HASHIRIM
(Book of Song of songs)
Chapter 7

Shir Hashirim 6

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How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.
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Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
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Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.
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Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
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Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
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This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
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I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;
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And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'

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I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.
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The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
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