Original lyrics
ENThe song of songs,
which is Solomon's,
I sing to her.
She has
eyes of doves
washed with milk,
teeth: flock of sheep.
We will break the garden wall
and lie down in the grass
while we are still young.
The song of songs,
which is Solomon's,
I sing to her.
She is
high as the moon,
clear as the sun
and terrible as an army,
approaching banners,
the sound of breaking bones.
