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[He] How beautiful are your feet in sandals, you daughter of princes! The curves of your thighs are like a necklace made by a skilled craftsman. Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks spiced wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns,
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twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bat-Rabbim, your nose like a tower in the L'vanon overlooking Dammesek. You hold your head like the Karmel, and the hair on your head is like purple cloth -the king is held captive in its tresses.