Study Desk

"Your cheeks are delightful with jewelry, Your neck with strings of beads."

"We will make for you jewelry of gold With beads of silver."

"Refresh me with raisin cakes, Sustain me with apples, Because I am lovesick.

"What is this coming up from the wilderness Like columns of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all the scented powders of the merchant?

"He made its posts of silver, Its back of gold And its seat of purple fabric, With its interior lovingly inlaid By the daughters of Jerusalem.

"Go out, you daughters of Zion, And look at King Solomon with the crown With which his mother has crowned him On the day of his wedding, And on the day of the joy of his heart."

"Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with layers of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the warriors.

"Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, You shall come with me from Lebanon. You shall come down from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

"You have enchanted my heart, my sister, my bride; You have enchanted my heart with a single glance of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace.

"Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates With delicious fruits, henna with nard plants,

Nard and saffron, spice reed and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh, and aloes, along with all the finest balsam oils.

"I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and drink deeply, lovers."

"I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the dew drops of the night.'

"I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with drops of myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.

"His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of herbal spices; His lips are lilies Dripping with drops of myrrh.

"His hands are rods of gold Set with topaz; His abdomen is panels of ivory Covered with sapphires.

"Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?"

"You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As awesome as an army with banners.

'Who is this who looks down like the dawn, As beautiful as the full moon, As pure as the sun, As awesome as an army with banners?'

"Your navel is like a round goblet That never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat, Surrounded with lilies.