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7 “How beautiful your steps have become in [your] sandals,+ O willing+ daughter! The curvings of your thighs are like ornaments,+ the work of an artisan’s hands. 2 Your navel roll is a round bowl. Let not the mixed wine+ be lacking [from it]. Your belly is a heap of wheat, fenced about with lilies.+ 3 Your two breasts are like two young ones, the twins of a female gazelle.+ 4 Your neck+ is like an ivory tower. Your eyes+ are like the pools in Heshʹbon,+ by the gate of Bath-rabʹbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebʹa·non, which is looking out toward Damascus. 5 Your head upon you is like Carʹmel,+ and the tresses+ of your head are like wool dyed reddish purple.+ The king is held bound by the flowings.+ 6 How beautiful you are, and how pleasant you are, O beloved girl,* among exquisite delights!+ 7 This stature of yours does resemble a palm tree,+ and your breasts,+ date clusters. 8 I have said, ‘I shall go up on the palm tree, that I may take hold of its fruit stalks of dates.’+ And, please, may your breasts become like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your nose like apples, 9 and your palate like the best wine+ that is going with a slickness+ for my dear one, softly flowing over the lips of sleeping ones.” 10 “I am my dear one’s,+ and toward me is his craving.+ 11 Do come, O my dear one, let us go forth to the field;+ do let us lodge among the henna+ plants.* 12 Do let us rise early and go to the vineyards, that we may see whether the vine has sprouted,+ the blossom has burst open,+ the pomegranate trees have bloomed.+ There I shall give my expressions of endearment to you.+ 13 The mandrakes+ themselves have given [their] fragrance, and by our entranceways there are all sorts of the choicest fruits.+ The new ones as well as the old, O my dear one, I have treasured up for you.