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	<description>Song of Songs chapter 7</description>
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		<title>Song of Songs chapter 7</title>
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				 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of your thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
				 Your navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; your belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
				 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
				 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Heshbron, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus.
				 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
				 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, my love!
				 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
				 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose as apples;
				 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
				 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
				 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
				 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 you my breasts.
				 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 you.
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