Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.