קומתך דמתה לתמר

Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies. How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, The work of the hands of a skilled workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; Thy belly is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus. Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! . This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.