^{1 Ref} How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.

^{2 Ref} Thy body is `like' a round goblet, `Wherein' no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is `like' a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

^{3 Ref} Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.

^{4 Ref} Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes `as' the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.

^{5 Ref} Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses `thereof'.

^{6 Ref} How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

^{7 Ref} This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

^{8 Ref} I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

^{9 Ref} And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

^{10 Ref} I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.

^{11 Ref} Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

^{12 Ref} Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, `And' its blossom is open, `And' the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.

^{13 Ref} The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

^{1 Ref} As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides `are' as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

^{2 Ref} Thy waist `is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

^{3 Ref} Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

^{4 Ref} Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

^{5 Ref} Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

^{6 Ref} How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

^{7 Ref} This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

^{8 Ref} I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

^{9 Ref} And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

^{10 Ref} I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.

^{11 Ref} Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

^{12 Ref} We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

^{13 Ref} The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!