Song of Solomon

¹ How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master.

² Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.

³ Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

⁴ Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by Bath-rabbim’s gate. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth — a king could be held captive in your tresses.

⁶ How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights!

⁷ Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

⁸ I said, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.

⁹ Your mouth is like fine wine  — flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth!

¹⁰ I am my love’s, and his desire is for me.

¹¹ Come, my love, let’s go to the field; let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.

¹² Let’s go early to the vineyards; let’s see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my caresses.

¹³ The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy, both new and old. I have treasured them up for you, my love.