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OEB SNG Chapter 7

SNG 7 ©

7How gracefully thou dost step

In thy sandals, thou prince’s daughter!

The curves of thy thighs are like jewels,

wrought by the hands of an artist.

2Thy waist is a rounded bowl–

Be never the sweet wine wanting.

Thy belly a heap of wheat,

That is set about with lilies.

3Thy breasts like a pair of fawns

That are twins of a gazelle,

4Thy neck like the ivory tower.

Thine eyes are like Heshbon’s pools,

By the gate of the populous city,

Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon

That looketh toward Damascus,

5Thy head is like Carmel upon thee,

Thy flowing locks are as purple:

Thy tresses hold captive the king.

6How fair, my beloved, art thou!

How lovely in love’s delights!

7Thou art slender and tall as a palm,

And thy breasts are like its clusters.

8I vowed I would climb this palm,

And take hold of the branches thereof.

O let thy breasts be as clusters,

The smell of thy breath be as apples,

9Thy lips be as wine of the best,

That goeth down smoothly

And glides o’er the lips and the teeth.

The Bride’s Longing

10I am my darling’s;

He longeth for me.

11Come, then, my love,

Let us go the to the fields,

Let us lodge among the henna.

12And early we’ll hie to the vineyards,

To see if the vine be in bud,

If its blossoms have opened,

And pomegranates flower;

And there my caresses I’ll give thee.

13The love-apples give forth their scent;

At our door are all manner of fruits,

Precious fruits, both new and old,

That I stored up for thee, my beloved.

SNG 7 ©

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