The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

Behold the couch, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, and on the day of the gladness of his heart.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand shields, all shields of mighty men.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.

Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which lacks not blended drink: your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend its fruit two hundred.