The Message Bible MSG
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1 Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement - Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist.
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How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2 Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze.
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Your body is like a round goblet, No mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, Set about with lilies.
3 Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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Your two breasts are like two fawns, That are twins of a roe.
4 Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery. Quintessentially feminine! Your profile turns all heads, commanding attention.
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Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges - stirrings of desire, longings for the heights - Remind me of you, and I'm spoiled for anyone else!
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Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.
6 Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, dear lover, close companion.
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How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
7 You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates.
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This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.
8 I say, "I'm going to climb that palm tree! I'm going to caress its fruit!" Oh yes! Your breasts will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint,
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I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
9 your tongue and lips like the best wine. Yes, and yours are, too - my love's kisses flow from his lips to mine.
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Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10 I am my lover's. I'm all he wants. I'm all the world to him!
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I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
11 Come, dear lover - let's tramp through the countryside.
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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let's sleep at some wayside inn, then rise early and listen to bird-song. Let's look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white, Fruit trees festooned with cascading flowers. And there I'll give myself to you, my love to your love!
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Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, Its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
13 Love-apples drench us with fragrance, fertility surrounds, suffuses us, Fruits fresh and preserved that I've kept and saved just for you, my love.
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The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have stored up for you, my beloved.