“How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O anoble’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,
The work of the hands of an artist.
2 Your navel is like a round basin
Which never lacks mixed wine;
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
Encircled with lilies.
3 Your atwo breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle.
4 Your aneck is like a tower of ivory,
Your eyes like the pools in bHeshbon
By the gate of Bath‑rabbim;
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
Which faces toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like aCarmel,
And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads;
The king is captivated by your tresses.
6 How abeautiful and how pleasant you are,
My love, with all your pleasures!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
And your breasts are like its clusters.
8 I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree;
I will seize its fruit stalks.’
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
And the fragrance of your breath like aapples,
9 And your amouth like the best wine!”
“It bgoes down smoothly for my beloved,
Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.