| [an error occurred while processing this directive] | Holman Christian Standard Bible |
| 1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master. |
| 2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies. |
| 3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. |
| 4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus. |
| 5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth-- a king could be held captive in your tresses. |
| 6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights! |
| 7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit. |
| 8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots. |
| 9[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 9Your mouth is like fine wine-- W flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth! |
| 10[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 10I belong to my love, and his desire is for me. |
| 11[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 11Come, my love, let's go to the field; let's spend the night among the henna blossoms. |
| 12[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 12Let's go early to the vineyards; let's see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. |
| 13[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 13The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy-- new as well as old. I have treasured them up for you, my love. |
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