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The Friends or The Man

How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
    O prince’s daughter!
Your hips are curved like a necklace,
the work of the hands of a craftsman.
Your navel is a round mixing bowl.
It never lacks blended wine.
Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle.

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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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