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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.
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Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
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Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
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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,
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Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
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How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
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This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
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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,
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And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!