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How beautiful thy feet with shoes

How beautiful thy feet with shoes

Published in 3 hymnals

Representative Text

[Daughters of Jerusalem:\

1 How beautiful thy feet with shoes,
O prince's daughter, are!
Thy joints like jewels finely wrought
by an artificer.
2 Thy navel like a cover'd cup,
with liquor full, and round:
Thy bowels like a heap of wheat
about with lillies crown'd.

3 Thy breasts are like two new wean'd roes,
twins of one fruitful dam.
4 Thy neck like a fair tow'r appears,
of iv'ry shiing frame
Thine eyes like Heshbon-fish pools bright,
Bethrabbim gate fast by:
Thy nose like Lebanon's fine tow'r
which both Damascus eye.

5 Like Carmel is thy head on thee;
the hair like purple is;
And thy rare beauty holds the King
in th' open galleries.


6 O how delightful thou my Love!
how pleasant and how fair.
7 This stature stately like a palm,
thy breasts as clusters are
8 I said, I'll to this stately palm,
to its high top ascend,
And seize the pleasant fruit thereof
which from its boughs extend.

The full grown breasts like clusters are
full clusters of the vine;
Thy breath sweet, as ripe apples, smells
no breath so sweet as thine.

[The Church]

9 Like choicest wine to my Belov'd,
that moves most plesantly.
And makes the sleeper's lips to speak,
so thy mouth's roof to me.

10 I am my Love's; and his desire
moves to me as his own.
11 Come my belov'd, let us go forth
to see the fields new sown:
Lodge let is in the villages;
12 then early let us rise,
Go to the vineyards, and there see
if the vine flourishes;

If that the tender grapes appear;
if the pomgrantes grow,
Of if they bud, and there my loves
1'll fully to Thee show.
13 The mandrakes smell: and at our gates
all pleasant fruits we see;
Which old and new, O my Belov'd,
I have prepar'd for Thee.

Source: The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre: being the New-England Psalm-Book, revised and improved... (2nd ed.) #SVII

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