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1 Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, and we will look at thee.
What will ye see in the Shulammite?
She comes as bands of armies.
2 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes,
O daughter of the prince:
The joints of thy thighs are like chains,
The work of the craftsman.
3 Thy navel is as a turned bowl,
Not wanting liquor;
Thy belly is as a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
4 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.
5 Thy neck is as an ivory tower;
Thine eyes are as pools in Heshbon,
By the gates of the daughter of many:
Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon,
Looking toward Damascus.
6 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel,
And the curls of thy hair like scarlet;
The king is bound in the galleries.
7 How beautiful art thou,
And how sweet art thou, my love!
8 This is thy greatness in thy delights:
Thou wast made like a palm tree,
And thy breasts to clusters.
9 I said, I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its high boughs:
And now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy nose as apples;
10 And thy throat as good wine,
Going well with my kinsman,
Suiting my lips and teeth.
11 I am my kinsman’s,
And his desire is toward me.
12 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
13 Let us go early into the vineyards;
Let us see if the vine has flowered,
If the blossoms have appeared,
If the pomegranates have blossomed;
There will I give thee my breasts.
14 The mandrakes have given a smell,
And at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old.
O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee.