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\c 7
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 1 How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter!
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\q The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
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\q the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
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\q
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\v 2 Your navel is like a round bowl;
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\q may it never lack mixed wine.
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\q Your belly is like a mound of wheat
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\q encircled with lilies.
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\q
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\v 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
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\q twins of a gazelle.
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\q
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\v 4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory;
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\q your eyes like the pools in Heshbon
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\q by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
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\q Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon
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\q that looks toward Damascus.
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\q
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\v 5 Your head on you is like Carmel;
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\q the hair on your head is dark purple.
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\q The king is held captive by its tresses.
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\q
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\v 6 How beautiful and lovely you are,
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\q beloved one, with your delights!
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\v 7 Your height is like that of a date palm tree,
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\q and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
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\q
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\v 8 I thought, "I want to climb that palm tree;
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\q I will take hold of its branches."
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\q May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
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\q and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
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\q
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\v 9 May your mouth be like the best wine,
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\q flowing smoothly to my beloved,
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\q gliding over our lips and teeth.
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\p
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\v 10 I am my beloved's,
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\q and he desires me.
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\q
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\v 11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside;
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\q let us spend the night in the villages.
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\q
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\v 12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards;
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\q let us see whether the vines have budded,
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\q whether their blossoms have opened,
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\q and whether the pomegranates are in flower.
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\q There I will give you my love.
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\q
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\v 13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance;
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\q at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old,
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\q that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
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