1 H ow beautiful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded limbs are like jeweled chains, the work of a master hand.

2 Y our body is like a round goblet in which no mixed wine is wanting. Your abdomen is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Y our two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of a gazelle.

4 Y our neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 Y our head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.

6 H ow fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

7 Y our stature is like that of a palm tree, and your bosom like its clusters.

8 I resolve that I will climb the palm tree; I will grasp its branches. Let your breasts be like clusters of the grapevine, and the scent of your breath like apples,

9 A nd your kisses like the best wine— that goes down smoothly and sweetly for my beloved gliding over his lips while he sleeps!

10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me!

11 C ome, my beloved! Let us go forth into the field, let us lodge in the villages.

12 L et us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

13 T he mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all manner of choice fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved!