Milk and honey are under your tongue. Your teeth are like a flock of
sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, and none is
alone. Your voice is like apples of gold in silver frames, so as the fragrance of
apples fill your breath, speak to me. Call my name for your words are smooth as
oil, majestic as your crown. Your hair is like the flocks descending from mount
Gilead; like royal tapestry, it's glorious and I'm captured by your tresses. Your
temples, behind your veil, are like the halves of a pomegranate, and your ears
are bordered with rings of gold and studded with silver. Your neck is a tower of
ivory with necklaces of gold, and your shoulders slope like the falls, as your arms
cascade your body.
Your breasts are like twin fawns, tender, browsing among the lilies.
Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its cluster of fruit. I will
climb my palm tree and take hold of your fruit. They are like the clusters of the
vine; they are like the best wine bringing me full contentment- so shall I be
satisfied with your breasts at all times. Your waist is like a mound of wheat
decorated with lilies, and your navel like a golden goblet never lacking wine. So, I
thirst for my garden's founts, and I hunger for her choicest fruits; as I unlock your
barred gates and unseal your closed springs, my eyes are fastened upon you.