¹ How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

² Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

³ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;

⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!

⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!

⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.

⁸ I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

⁹ And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them 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 fields; Let us lodge in the villages.

¹² We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

¹³ The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.