Wisdom 10

2 What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skilful workman. 3 Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies. 4 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. 5 Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus. 6 Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels. 7 How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights! 8 Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. 9 I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples. 10 Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate. 11 I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me. 12 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages. 13 Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts. 14 The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee. 16 Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me? 17 I will take hold of thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates. 18 His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. 19 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please. 20 Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee. 21 Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames.