Study Desk

Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are as doves' from behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats which lie down from Mount Gilead.

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

Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

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

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.

Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I myself will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hills of frankincense.

You are all beautiful, My love. There is no blemish on you.