How beautiful were thy breasts, my sister, O bride! how good were thy breasts above wine, and the odor of thine ointments above all spices.

I put off my tunic, and how shall I put it on? I washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

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!