[1] How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master. [2] Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies. [3] Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. [4] Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus. [5] Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses. [6] How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights! [7] Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit. [8] I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, [9] and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth. [10] I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me. [11] Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers. [12] Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom —there I will give you my love. [13] The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
