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Your navel, cupped like the full moon—
        may it never lack spiced wine!
Your belly is a mound of winnowed wheat
        edged with lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
        twins of a gazelle doe;
    your neck, like a tower of ivory;
        your eyes, pools in Heshbon,
            by the gate of that lordly city.[a]
Your profile is like the tower of Lebanon,
        looking out toward Damascus.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:4 Or by the gate of Bath-rabbim

Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.
Your breasts(A) are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower.(B)
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon(C)
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon(D)
    looking toward Damascus.

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