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Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.
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How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
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This stature of yours is like a palm tree, And your breasts like its clusters.
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I said, "I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches." Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The fragrance of your breath like apples,
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And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The Shulamite The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.
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I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
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Come, my beloved, Let us go forth to the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
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Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has budded, Whether the grape blossoms are open, And the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
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The mandrakes give off a fragrance, And at our gates are pleasant fruits, All manner, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.