Book of Song of Solomon

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots. Friends

I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?