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The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
2 Your navel is like a rounded goblet
that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is like a mound of wheat
set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower,
your eyes like the pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.
The hair of your head is like the purple of royal tapestry;
the king is held captive by its tresses.
6 How beautiful and pleasing you are,
my love, with all your delights.
7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its branches.”
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9and your mouth like the best wine.
May the wine flow smoothly for my darling,
flowing gently over lips and teeth.
10 I belong to my lover,
and his desire in for me.
11 Come, my lover, let’s go to the countryside;
let’s spend the night in the villages.
12 Let’s go early to the vineyards
to see if the vines have budded,
if their blossoms have opened,
and if the pomegranates are in bloom—
there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance,
and at our doors is every delicacy,
both new and old,
that I have stored up for you, my love.