Your navel is a round goblet, may it not lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies.
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.
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.
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.