Your navel is a round goblet, may it not lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies.
Naphtali is a doe let loose, who offers words of beauty.
A lovely hind, a graceful doe— may her breasts satisfy you always, may you always be captivated by her love.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin gazelles grazing among the lilies.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing. Each of them has a twin, and none among them is missing.
How lovely are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman’s hand.