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How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
    O prince’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
    the work of a master hand.
Your navel is a round bowl
    that never lacks mixed 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 an ivory tower,
    your eyes pools in Heshbon,
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
    overlooking Damascus.
Your head crowns like Carmel,
    and your flowing hair is like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.
How fair and pleasant you are,
    O loved one, with all your delights!
Your stature is like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its clusters.
I say I will climb the palm tree
    and take hold of its branches.
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
    and the scent of your breath like apples,
    and your mouth like the best wine.
It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
    gliding over lips and teeth.

The Woman

10 I am my beloved’s,
    and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields,
    and lodge in the villages;
12 let us go out early to the vineyards,
    and see whether the vines have budded,
whether the grape blossoms have opened
    and the pomegranates are in bloom.
    There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance,
    and at our doors are all choice fruits,
new as well as old,
    which I have laid up for you, my beloved.