[1] “How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curves of your hips are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist. [2] Your navel is a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat Surrounded with lilies. [3] Your two breasts are like two fawns, The twins of a gazelle. [4] Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes the [sparkling] pools of Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus. [5] Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the flowing hair of your head like purple threads; I, the king, am held captive by your tresses. [6] How beautiful and how delightful you are, My love, with all your delights! [7] Your stature is like that of a palm tree And your breasts like its clusters [of dates]. [8] I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree; I will grasp its branches. Let your breasts be like clusters of the grapevine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples, [9] And your kisses like the best wine!’” “It goes down smoothly and sweetly for my beloved, Gliding gently over his lips while he sleeps. [10] “I am my beloved’s, And his desire is for me. [11] Come, my beloved, let us go out into the country, Let us spend the night in the villages. [12] Let us go out early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine has budded And its blossoms have opened, And whether the pomegranates have flowered. There I will give you my love. [13] The mandrakes give forth fragrance, And over our doors are all [kinds of] choice fruits, Both new and old, Which I have saved up for you, my beloved.
