Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins which feed among the lilies.
The joints of thy thighs are like jewels.
Thy navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor.
Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies, a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and streams from
Thy lips, o my spouse, drop as the honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of