Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Naphtali `is' a hind sent away, Who is giving beauteous young ones.
A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.
Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Thy waist `is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,