I said, I will go up upon the palm tree, I will hold fast upon its branches: and now thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the odor of thy nose as apples.

And thy palate as good wine going to my beloved for uprightness, causing the lips of the sleeping to flow softly.

We will rise early to the vineyards; we will see if the vine was fruitful, the vine blossoms opened, the pomegranates blossomed: there will I give my beloved to thee.

The mandrakes gave an odor, and upon our entrances all precious things, new also old, my beloved, I laid up for thee.

I to my beloved, and upon me his desire.

Come, my beloved, we will go forth to the field; we will lodge in the villages.

How beautiful were thy steps with shoes, O daughter of a noble! the circuits of thy thighs a necklace, the work of the hands of an artist.

How beautiful and how pleasant thou wert, O love, in delights!

Thy neck as a tower of ivory; thine eyes pools in Heshbon, by the gate of the daughter of many: thy nose as the tower of Lebanon viewing the face of Damascus.

Thy navel a bowl of roundness, it will not want mixed wine; thy belly a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies.

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, and the locks of thy head as purple; the King being bound in curls.

This thy height was like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters.

Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe-deer.