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Your navel is a round wine-mixing bowl[a]
    that does not lack mixed[b] wine!
Your belly is a heap of wheat
    encircled with lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory;
    your eyes are pools in Heshbon at the gate of Beth Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
    looking out over Damascus.[c]

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:2 Literally “a bowl of the roundness”
  2. Song of Solomon 7:2 Or “blended”
  3. Song of Solomon 7:4 Literally “looking out over the face of Damascus”