'How beautiful are your feet in sandals, Prince’s daughter! The curves of your hips are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
Your navel is like
a round goblet That
never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like
a heap of wheat, Surrounded with lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes like the
pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, Which looks toward Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Carmel, And the flowing hair of your head is like purple threads; The
king is captivated by your
How beautiful and how delightful you are, My
love, with all
Your stature is like a palm tree, And your breasts are like its
I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree, I will grasp its fruit stalks.’ Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,