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1: As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides `are' as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
2: Thy waist `is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3: Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4: Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
5: Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6: How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7: This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
8: I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
9: And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10: I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.
11: Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12: We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
13: The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!