| The Holy Bible: King James Version. 2000. | | The Song of Solomon | | 7 |
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How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter!
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The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, |
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the work of the hands of a cunning workman. |
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Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:
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thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
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Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;
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thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, |
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by the gate of Bath–rab'bim: |
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thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon |
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which looketh toward Damascus. |
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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,
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and the hair of thine head like purple; |
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the King is held in the galleries. |
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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
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This thy stature is like to a palm tree,
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and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. |
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I said, I will go up to the palm tree,
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I will take hold of the boughs thereof: |
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now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, |
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and the smell of thy nose like apples; |
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and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved,
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that goeth down sweetly, |
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causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. |
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I am my beloved's,
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and his desire is toward me. |
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Come, my beloved,
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let us go forth into the field; |
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let us lodge in the villages. |
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Let us get up early to the vineyards;
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let us see if the vine flourish, |
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whether the tender grape appear, |
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and the pomegranates bud forth: |
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there will I give thee my loves. |
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The mandrakes give a smell,
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and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, |
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which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. |
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