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