1 How beautiful are your footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilled artist.
2 Your navel is a round goblet That never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is a heap of wheat, Fenced in by lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; Your eyes, like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, Which faces Damascus.
5 Your head upon you is like Carmel, And the locks of your head like purple. The king is fettered by your tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant in delights You are, O love!
7 This your stature is like a palm tree, And your breasts are like the clusters.
8 I said, I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its branches; And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your nose like apples,
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine - Going down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who sleep.
10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us rise up early for the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has budded, If the blossom is open, If the pomegranates are in bloom; There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, And over our doors are all choice fruits, New as well as old. These, my beloved, I have stored up for you.