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"His head is like gold, pure gold; His locks are like clusters of dates And black as a raven.

"His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of herbal spices; His lips are lilies Dripping with drops of myrrh.

"Turn your eyes away from me, For they have confused me; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Gilead.

"Your teeth are like a flock of ewes That have come up from their watering place, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

"Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.

"Your navel is like a round goblet That never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat, Surrounded with lilies.

"Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.

"Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, Which looks toward Damascus.

"Your stature is like a palm tree, And your breasts are like its clusters.

"Oh that you were like a brother to me Who nursed at my mother's breasts. If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you; No one would despise me, either.

"Put me like a seal over your heart, Like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, Jealousy is as severe as Sheol; Its flames are flames of fire, The flame of the LORD.

"Many waters cannot quench love, Nor will rivers flood over it; If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love, It would be utterly despised."

"We have a little sister, And she has no breasts; What shall we do for our sister On the day when she is spoken for?

"If she is a wall, We will build on her a battlement of silver; But if she is a door, We will barricade her with planks of cedar."

"I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; Then I became in his eyes as one who finds peace.

"Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He entrusted the vineyard to caretakers. Each one was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

"Hurry, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of balsam trees!"

"An ox knows its owner, And a donkey its master's manger, But Israel does not know, My people do not understand."

The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a watchman's hut in a cucumber field, like a city under watch.

If the LORD of armies Had not left us a few survivors, We would be like Sodom, We would be like Gomorrah.