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How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter!

    Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
    the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Your body is like a round goblet,
    no mixed wine is wanting.
Your waist is like a heap of wheat,
    set about with lilies.

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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.

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How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
    O (A)noble daughter!
Your rounded thighs are like (B)jewels,
    the work of (C)a master hand.
Your navel is a rounded bowl
    that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
    encircled with (D)lilies.

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[a]How beautiful your sandaled feet,
    O prince’s(A) daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
    the work of an artist’s hands.
Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:1 In Hebrew texts 7:1-13 is numbered 7:2-14.