וַיִּשְׁכַּ֥ב אַמְנ֖וֹן וַיִּתְחָ֑ל וַיָּבֹ֨א הַמֶּ֜לֶךְ לִרְאֹת֗וֹ וַיֹּ֨אמֶר אַמְנ֤וֹן אֶל־הַמֶּ֙לֶךְ֙ תָּֽבוֹא־נָ֞א תָּמָ֣ר אֲחֹתִ֗י וּתְלַבֵּ֤ב לְעֵינַי֙ שְׁתֵּ֣י לְבִב֔וֹת וְאֶבְרֶ֖ה מִיָּדָֽהּ׃
Deitou-se, pois, Amnom, e fingiu-se doente. Vindo o rei visitá-lo, disse-lhe Amnom: Peço-te que minha irmã Tamar venha e prepare dois bolos diante dos meus olhos, para que eu coma da sua mão.
Song of Songs
You have drawn My heart, My sister, My bride with [even] one of your eyes, with [even] one link of your necklace [i.e., with even one of your many mitzvoth and virtues; how much more so with all of them!]