Book 22 : SONG OF SOLOMON - Chapter 007
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Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:
thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins
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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
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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine
head like purple; the king is held in the galleries
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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights
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This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to
clusters of grapes
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I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the
boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of
the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples
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And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved,
that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are
asleep to speak
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I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me
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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge
in the villages
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Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine
flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the
pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves
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The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of
pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O
my beloved
Book 22 : SONG OF SOLOMON - Chapter 007
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