O queenly maiden.
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the work of a skilled craftsman.
like a goblet filled with mixed wine.
Between your thighs lies a mound of wheat
bordered with lilies.
twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is as fine as the tower of Lebanon
overlooking Damascus.
and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty.
The king is held captive by its tresses.
How pleasing, my love, how full of delights!
and your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
and take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like grape clusters,
and the fragrance of your breath like apples.
Young Woman
Yes, wine that goes down smoothly for my lover,
flowing gently over lips and teeth.b
and he claims me as his own.
and spend the night among the wildflowers.c
to see if the grapevines have budded,
if the blossoms have opened,
and if the pomegranates have bloomed.
There I will give you my love.
and the finest fruits are at our door,
new delights as well as old,
which I have saved for you, my lover.