Song of Solomon 7-8

7How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. 2Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. 3Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. 4Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus. 5Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. 6How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden! 7You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. 8I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, 9and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.

10I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me. 11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages; 12let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. 13The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

8O that you were like a brother to me, who nursed at my mother’s breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me. 2I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of the one who bore me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates. 3O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me! 4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready!

5Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor. 6Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame. 7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If one offered for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly scorned.

8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for? 9If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. 10I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace. 11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he entrusted the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. 12My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!

13O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it. 14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices!

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