Song of Songs 7:1-9 - Solomon's Praise Of His Dancing Maiden
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O
The curves of your hips are like
The work of the hands of an artist.
Which never lacks mixed wine;
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
Fenced about with lilies.
Twins of a gazelle.
Your eyes like the pools in
By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
Which faces toward Damascus.
And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads;
The king is captivated by your tresses.
And your breasts are like its clusters.
I will take hold of its fruit stalks.’
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
And the fragrance of your
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Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.