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Friends

13 Return, return, Shulammite!
    Return, return, that we may gaze at you.

Lover

Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite,
    as at the dance of Mahanaim?

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter!

    Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
    the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Your body is like a round goblet,
    no mixed wine is wanting.
Your waist is like a heap of wheat,
    set about with lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    that are twins of a roe.
Your neck is like an ivory tower.
    Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim.
    Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Your head on you is like Carmel.
    The hair of your head like purple.
    The king is held captive in its tresses.
How beautiful and how pleasant you are,
    love, for delights!