“Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.

“I had taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I had washed my feet,
How could I get them dirty again?

(The Shulammite Bride)
“My beloved has gone down to his garden,
To the beds of balsam,
To feed his flock in the gardens
And gather lilies.

(The Bridegroom)“Why should you gaze at the Shulammite,
As at the dance of the two armies?“How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O prince’s daughter!
The curves of your hips are like jewels,
The work of the hands of an artist.