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		<title>Song of Songs chapter 7</title>
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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.
				Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
				Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
				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.
				Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
				How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
				This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
				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;
				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.
				I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
				Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
				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.
				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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