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Bridegroom:

Why are you looking at the Shulammite
    as at a dance of Mahanaim?

Companions:

How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
    O prince’s daughter.
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
    the handiwork of a master hand.
Your navel is a well-rounded bowl
    that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a mound of wheat[a]
    surrounded by lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:3 Wine . . . wheat: symbols of fertility.