Chapter 7 starts where the previous chapter left off with the kingly lover extolling his bride's feet, legs, navel, waist, breasts, neck, eyes, nose, head and hair! Her legs are graceful, her navel is a rounded goblet and her breasts are like two fawns. How beautiful you are, he exclaims. Your breasts are like clusters of fruit, your breath has the fragrance of apples and your mouth is like the best wine. To this the Shulammite replies "I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me", and invites him to spend the night with her in the villages and "there I will give you my love... both old and new I have stored up for you, my lover."
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