Song Among Songs (Fragments from שִׁיר הַשִּׁירִים)

My lady is like a city
         
walled to the skies
                  
with towers for breasts.

Her neck a great column
         with trophies hung on it
                  the sword and shields
                           
of the heroes of Israel.

And the teeth of my lady
         
like sheep from the washing
                  
two by two, and none of them missing.

You are lovely
         
my lady—my sister, lovely!
                  
Your eyes are like doves.

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On my bed at night I sought him
         
beloved of my soul, who came
                  
to gaze into my bedroom
                           
through the lattice of the windows.

I have washed my feet already,
         
should I dirty them?

I have taken off my robe,
         
should I don it once again?

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My lady is a high wall around a garden
         
where a fountain flows – her breasts
                  
are towers from which arrows fly.

I will scale the wall
         
and brave the towers
                  
to breathe the perfume
                           
of the garden
                                    
when the wind blows
                                             
if you let me
                                                      
oh my lady
                                                               
bride and sister
                                                                        
eyes like doves.