The Song of Songs

How beautiful [are] your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful worker.

Your navel [is like] a round goblet; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly [is like] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your two breasts [are] like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck [is like] an ivory tower; your eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose [is like] a tower of Lebanon, peering toward the face of Damascus.

Your head [is like] Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King [is] held captive in its tresses.

How beautiful and how pleasant you [are] in delights, O love!

Your stature compares to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up in the palm tree; I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your nose like apples,

and the roof of your mouth like the best wine going [down] smoothly, for my Beloved, flowing softly [over] the lips of sleeping ones.

I [am] my Beloved's, and His desire [is] toward me.

Come, my Beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us stay in the villages.

Let us rise up early to the vineyards; let us see [if] the vine flowers and the blossom opens, and the pomegranates bud forth. There I will give my loves to You.

The love apples give a scent, and over our doors [are] all excellent [fruits]; new, also old, I have laid up for You, my Beloved.