My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.

Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.

Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,

and thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.

I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.