The Lantern

Song of Solomon7

Admiration by the Bridegroom

How beautiful are your steps in sandals, daughter of a noble! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of a craftsman’s hands.

Your navel is a rounded bowl — let mixed wine not be lacking. Your belly is a heap of wheat, hedged about with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like the tower of ivory. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus.

Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple — a king is bound in the tresses.

How beautiful you are and how pleasant, love, among the delights!

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters.

I said, “Let me go up in the palm tree; let me take hold of its branches.” And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your nose like apples,

The Bride

and your palate like the good wine that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of sleepers.

I am my beloved’s, and toward me is his desire.

Come, my beloved, let us go out to the field; let us lodge among the henna blossoms.

Let us rise early for the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossom has opened, whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my loves.

The mandrakes have given fragrance, and at our doors is every choice fruit, new as well as old — my beloved, I have stored them up for you.