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The Holy Bible (King James Version) • The Old Testament • Solomon's Song

Chapter 7

Solomon's Song 7:1

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How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

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Solomon's Song 7:2

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Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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Solomon's Song 7:3

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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

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Solomon's Song 7:4

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Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

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Solomon's Song 7:5

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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

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Solomon's Song 7:6

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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

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Solomon's Song 7:7

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This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

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Solomon's Song 7:8

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I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

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Solomon's Song 7:9

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And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

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Solomon's Song 7:10

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I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

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Solomon's Song 7:11

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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

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Solomon's Song 7:12

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Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

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Solomon's Song 7:13

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The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

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