Study Desk

Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may gaze upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two army camps.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an artisan.

Your navel is like a round goblet; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like an ivory tower; your eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, peering toward the face of Damascus.

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King is held captive in its tresses.

How beautiful and how pleasant you are in delights, O love!