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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