Song of Songs 7:1-3, 10-13

Your feet are beautiful in sandals, you daughter of a prince. Your round thighs are like jewels shaped by an artist. Your navel is like a round drinking cup always filled with wine. Your stomach is like a pile of wheat surrounded with lilies. Your breasts are like two fawns, like twins of a gazelle.

I belong to my lover, and he desires only me. Come, my lover, let’s go out into the country and spend the night in the fields. Let’s go early to the vineyards and see if the buds are on the vines. Let’s see if the blossoms have already opened and if the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love. The mandrake flowers give their sweet smell, and all the best fruits are at our gates. I have saved them for you, my lover, the old delights and the new.