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Chapter 7

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.

GLAVA 7

Kako su lepe noge tvoje u obući, kćeri kneževska; sastavci su bedara tvojih kao grivne, delo ruku umetničkih.
Pupak ti je kao čaša okrugla, koji nije nikad bez pića; trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograđen ljiljanima;
Dve dojke tvoje kao dva blizanca srnčeta;
Vrat ti je kao kula od slonove kosti; oči su ti kao jezera u Esevonu na vratima vatravimskim; nos ti je kao kula livanska koja gleda prema Damasku;
Glava je tvoja na tebi kao Karmil, i kosa na glavi tvojoj kao carska porfira u bore nabrana.
Kako si lepa i kako si ljupka, o ljubavi u milinama! Uzrast ti je kao palma, i dojke kao grozdovi.
Rekoh: Popeću se na palmu, dohvatiću grane njene; i biće dojke tvoje kao grozdovi na vinovoj lozi, i miris nosa tvog kao jabuke;
I grlo tvoje kao dobro vino, koje ide pravo dragom mom i čini da govore usne onih koji spavaju.
Ja sam dragog svog, i njega je želja za mnom.
Hodi, dragi moj, da idemo u polje, da noćujemo u selima.
Ranićemo u vinograde da vidimo cvate li vinova loza, zameće li se grožđe, cvatu li šipci; onde ću ti dati ljubav svoju.
Mandragore puštaju miris, i na vratima je našim svakojako krasno voće, novo i staro, koje za te dohranih, dragi moj.