Song of Solomon, 7
1. Turn, turn, O Shulammite, turn, turn, that we may look at you! Why would you look at the Shulammite as at the dance of the two companies?
2. How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of an artist.
3. Your navel is a round bowl that should never lack for mixed wine. Your body is a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.
4. Your breasts are like twin fawns, the young of a gazelle.
5. Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower on Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
6. You head rises like Carmel; your hair is like draperies of purple; a king is held captive in its tresses.
7. How beautiful you are, how pleasing, my love, my delight!
8. Your very figure is like a palm tree, your breasts are like clusters.
9. I said: I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine and the fragrance of your breath like apples,
10. And your mouth like an excellent wine - that flows smoothly for my lover, spreading over the lips and the teeth.
11. I belong to my lover and for me he yearns.
12. Come, my lover, let us go forth to the fields and spend the night among the villages.
13. Let us go early to the vineyards, and see if the vines are in bloom, If the buds have opened, if the pomegranates have blossomed; There will I give you my love.
14. The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all choice fruits; Both fresh and mellowed fruits, my lover, I have kept in store for you.