How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!