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 1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! 
Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, 
The work of the hands of a skillful workman. 
 2 Thy body is like a round goblet, 
Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: 
Thy waist is like a heap of wheat 
Set about with lilies. 
 3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns 
That are twins of a roe. 
 4 Thy neck is like the 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. 
 5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, 
And the hair of thy head like purple; 
The king is held captive in the tresses thereof. 
 6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, 
O love, for delights! 
 7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, 
And thy breasts to its clusters. 
 8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree, 
I will take hold of the branches thereof: 
Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, 
And the smell of thy breath like apples, 
 9 And thy mouth like the best wine, 
That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, 
Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. 
 10 I am my beloved’s; 
And his desire is toward me. 
 11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; 
Let us lodge in the villages. 
 12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; 
Let us see whether the vine hath budded, 
And its blossom is open, 
And the pomegranates are in flower: 
There will I give thee my love. 
 13 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.