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 1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! 
The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, 
The work of the hands of a cunning workman. 
 2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: 
Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 
 3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. 
 4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; 
Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: 
Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. 
 5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, 
And the hair of thine head like purple; 
The king is held in the galleries. 
 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 clusters of grapes. 
 8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, 
I will take hold of the boughs thereof: 
Now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, 
And the smell of thy nose like apples; 
 9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, 
For my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, 
Causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. 
 10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is towards 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 if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, 
And the pomegranates bud forth: 
There will I give thee my loves. 
 13 The mandrakes give a smell, 
And at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, 
New and old, 
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.