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How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.