The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

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

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them.

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

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Beth-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all 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 for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.