1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter ! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2 Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting : Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory ; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim ; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple ; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights !
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof : Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
9 And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
10 I am my beloved’s ; And his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field ; Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards ; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, And its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower : There will I give thee my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance ; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.