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THEYReturn, return, O Shulamite, Return, return, that we may look on thee! SHEWhat would ye look on in the Shulamite? THEYAs it were the dance of a double camp…

How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, - The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:

Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;

Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:

Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, - Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:

Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, - The king, is held captive by the ringlets!

HEHow beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights: