Song of Solomon

¹ O noble’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, The work of the hands of an artist.

² Which never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat Encircled with lilies.

³ Twins of a gazelle.

⁴ Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath‑rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, Which faces toward Damascus.

⁵ And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads; The king is captivated by your tresses.

⁶ My love, with all your pleasures!

⁷ And your breasts are like its clusters.

⁸ I will seize its fruit stalks.’ Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,

⁹ “It goes down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.

¹⁰ “I am my beloved’s, And his desire is for me.

¹¹ Let us spend the night in the villages.

¹² Let us see whether the vine has flourished And its blossoms have opened, And whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love.

¹³ And over our doors are all choice fruits, Both new and old, Which I have treasured up for you, my beloved.