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How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an artisan.

Your navel is like a round goblet; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like an ivory tower; your eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, peering toward the face of Damascus.

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King is held captive in its tresses.

How beautiful and how pleasant you are in delights, O love!

Your stature compares to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up in the palm tree; I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your nose like apples,

and your palate like the best wine going down for my Beloved in smoothness, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones.

I am my Beloved's, and His desire is toward me.

Come, my Beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us stay in the villages.

Let us rise up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flowers and the blossom opens, and the pomegranates bud forth. There I will give my loves to You.

The love apples give a scent, and over our doors are all excellent fruits ; new, also old, I have laid up for You, my Beloved.

Who can give You to me, as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother? When I find You outside, I would kiss You. They also would not despise me.

I would lead You; I would bring You into my mother's house, that You might teach me; I would cause You to drink the spiced wine from the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand would be under my head, and His right hand embracing me.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem; why do you awaken; yea, why do you awaken my Love until it pleases?

Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed; she bore you.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm. For love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as Sheol; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.

Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, they surely would despise him.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day she shall be spoken for?

If she is a wall, we will build a turret of silver on her. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

I was a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace.

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased the vineyard to keepers; for its fruit everyone was to bring a thousand of silver.

My vineyard which is mine is before me; the thousand is for you, O Solomon, and two hundred for the keepers of its fruit.

You who dwell in the gardens, the companions are listening to your voice; cause me to hear it .

Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.