The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, like the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand silver-pieces be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.