1How 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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Stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. 3:5
Trivia: What is the best tree in the world according to the Song of Solomon?
1How 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.
Your feet are beautiful,
and your thighs are like jewels.
2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Your navel is like a goblet filled with liquor,
and your belly is like a heap of wheat and lilies.
3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Your breasts are like two fawns that are twins.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
that looks toward Damascus.
5Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Your head is like Mount Carmel,
and you have purple hair.
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8 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;
Your breath smells like apples.
9And 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.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
The roof of your mouth is like the best wine,
causing sleeping people to speak.
12Let 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.
13 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.
Let's get up early and go to the vineyards,
where I'll give you my loves.