Your teeth are like a flock of newly
Which have come up from their
watering place, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your mouth is beautiful. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with layers of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle That graze among the lilies.
Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.
'You are altogether beautiful, my darling, And there is no blemish on you.