1How beautiful are thy goings with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels: the work of the hand of a cunning workman.
2Thy navel is as a round cup that wanteth not liquor: thy belly is as an heap of wheat compassed about with lilies.
3Thy two breasts are as two young roes that are twins.
4Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thine eyes are like the fish pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon that looketh toward Damascus.
5Thine head upon thee is as scarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the king is tied in the rafters.
6How fair art thou, and how pleasant art thou, O my love, in pleasures!
7This thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts like clusters.
8I said, I will go up into the palm tree, I will take hold of her boughs: thy breasts shall now be like the clusters of the vine: and the savor of thy nose like apples,
9And the roof of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my well-beloved, and causeth the lips of the ancient to speak.
10I am my well-beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
11Come my well-beloved, let us go forth into the field: let us remain in the villages.
12Let us get up early to the vines, let us see if the vine flourish, whither it hath budded the small grape, or whither the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my love.
13The mandrakes have given a smell, and in our gates are all sweet things, new and old: my well-beloved, I have kept them for thee.