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How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter

The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor

Thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory

Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim

Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple

The king is held in the galleries

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof

Now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine

And the smell of thy nose like apples

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved

That goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish

Whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth

There will I give thee my loves

The mandrakes give a smell

And at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits

New and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved