How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, in delights!
How sweet have been your loves, My sister, my bride! How much better than wine are your loves, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices!
And let the Sovereign delight in your loveliness; Because He is your Master – bow yourself to Him.
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
You are all fair, my love, and not a blemish is on you.
“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covering of the cliff, Let me see your appearance, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your appearance is lovely.”
“יהוה your Elohim in your midst, is mighty to save. He rejoices over you with joy, He is silent in His love, He rejoices over you with singing.”
This stature of yours compares to a palm tree, And your breasts to clusters.
“And now, send and gather all Yisra’ĕ