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S.S.|7:1|-||1|How beautiful are your footsteps in |2a|sandals,O |3|prince’s daughter!
Your rounded |2|thighs are like jewels,The work of the hands of a skilled artist.
S.S.|7:2|-|Your |1|navel is a round gobletThat never lacks mixed wine;
Your |1|belly is a heap of wheat,Fenced in by lilies.
S.S.|7:3|-||a|Your two |1|breasts are like two fawns,Twins of a gazelle.
S.S.|7:4|-|Your |1a|neck is like a tower of ivory;Your |1|eyes, like the pools in Heshbon
By the gate of Bath-rabbim;Your |1|nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
Which faces Damascus.
S.S.|7:5|-|Your |1|head upon you is like Carmel,And the |1|locks of your head like purple.
The king is fettered by your tresses.
S.S.|7:6|-|How |1|beautiful and how pleasant in delightsYou are, O love!
S.S.|7:7|-|This your stature is like a palm tree,And your breasts are like the clusters.
S.S.|7:8|-|I said, I will climb the |1|palm tree;I will take hold of its branches;
And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine,And the fragrance of your nose like apples,
S.S.|7:9a|-|And the roof of your mouth like the best wine—|1|
S.S.|7:9b|-|Going down smoothly for my beloved,Gliding through the lips of those who sleep.
S.S.|7:10|-||a|I am my beloved’s,And his desire is for me.
S.S.|7:11|-|Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the |1|fields;Let us lodge in the |1|villages.
S.S.|7:12|-|Let us rise up early for the |1|vineyards;Let us see if the vine has |a|budded,
If the blossom is open,If the pomegranates are in bloom;
There I will give you my love.
S.S.|7:13|-|The |1a|mandrakes give forth fragrance,And over our doors are all choice fruits,
|b|New as well as old.These, my beloved, I have stored up for you.
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