I'm as King Solomon who long for the young woman affection.... How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, and the joints of your thighs are like jewels, like the work of an artist's hands a cunning workman... Your navel is a round bowl. May it always be filled with spiced wine? Your waist is a bundle of wheat enclosed in lilies. Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your eyes are like pools in Heshnon, pools by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like a Lebanese tower facing Damascus. You hold your head as high as Mount Carmel. Your dangling curls are role beauty. Your flowing locks could hold a king captive. How beautiful and charming you are, my love, with your elegance. Young woman, your figure is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. I thought, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May you breast be like clusters on the vine. May the fragrance of your breath be like apples. May your mouth taste like the best wine? And she responded... That goes down smoothly to my beloved and glides over the lips of those about to sleep. I am my beloveds and he longs for me. Come, my beloved. Let's spend the night among the henna flowers. Let's go to the vineyards early. Let's see if the vines have budded, if the grape blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at the door are all kinds of precious fruits. I have save new and old things for you, my beloved.
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How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,
and the joints of your thighs are like jewels,
like the work of an artist's hands a cunning workman...
Your navel is a round bowl. May it always be filled with spiced wine?
Your waist is a bundle of wheat enclosed in lilies.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your eyes are like pools in Heshnon, pools by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like a Lebanese tower facing Damascus.
You hold your head as high as Mount Carmel.
Your dangling curls are role beauty.
Your flowing locks could hold a king captive.
How beautiful and charming you are, my love, with your elegance.
Young woman, your figure is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
I thought, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit."
May you breast be like clusters on the vine.
May the fragrance of your breath be like apples.
May your mouth taste like the best wine?
And she responded...
That goes down smoothly to my beloved and glides over the lips of those about to sleep.
I am my beloveds and he longs for me.
Come, my beloved.
Let's spend the night among the henna flowers.
Let's go to the vineyards early.
Let's see if the vines have budded, if the grape blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at the door are all kinds of precious fruits.
I have save new and old things for you, my beloved.