Jesus Creed

The man, with his love back with him, extols her physical beauty once again.
Her feet:
7:1 How graceful are your feet in sandals,
O queenly maiden!
Her thighs:
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the work of a master hand.
Her navel:
2 Your navel is a rounded bowl
that never lacks mixed wine.
Her belly:
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
encircled with lilies.
Her breasts:
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
Her neck:
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Her eyes:
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Her nose:
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
overlooking Damascus.
Her head:
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel,
and your flowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses.
Let’s start over he says with the big picture:
6 How fair and pleasant you are,
O loved one, delectable maiden!
Her breasts:
7 You are stately as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
And now he imagines or describes his enjoyment of her:
8 I say I will climb the palm tree
and lay hold of its branches.
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,
9 and your kisses like the best wine
that goes down smoothly,
gliding over lips and teeth.
Commentary ruins the poetry.

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