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|Cantares 7:1|
How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
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2
|Cantares 7:2|
Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
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3
|Cantares 7:3|
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
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4
|Cantares 7:4|
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
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5
|Cantares 7:5|
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
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6
|Cantares 7:6|
How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
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7
|Cantares 7:7|
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
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8
|Cantares 7:8|
I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
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9
|Cantares 7:9|
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
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10
|Cantares 7:10|
I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
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