‘What a magnificent girl you are! How beautiful are your feet in sandals. The curve of your thighs is like the work of an artist.
A bowl is there, that never runs out of spiced wine. A sheaf of wheat is there, surrounded by lillies. Your breasts are like twin deer, like two gazelles.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in the city of Heshbon. Your nose is as lovely as the tower of Lebanon.
Your head is held high like Mount Carmel. Your braided hair shines like the finest satin; its beauty could hold a king captive.
How pretty you are, how beautiful; how complete the delights of your love,
You are as graceful as a palm tree, and your breasts are clusters of dates. I will climb the palm tree and pick its fruit. Your breath is like the fragrance of apples and your mouth like the finest wine.’