1 D? Turn, turn, O Shulammite!turn, turn that we may gaze upon you!W How can you gaze upon the Shulammiteas at the dance of the two camps?
2 M How beautiful are your feet in sandals,O noble daughter!Your curving thighs like jewels,the product of skilled hands.
3 Your valley, a round bowlthat should never lack mixed wine.Your belly, a mound of wheat,encircled with lilies.
4 Your breasts are like two fawns,twins of a gazelle.
5 Your neck like a tower of ivory;your eyes, pools in Heshbonby the gate of Bath-rabbim.Your nose like the tower of Lebanonthat looks toward Damascus.
6 Your head rises upon you like Carmel;your hair is like purple;a king is caught in its locks.