1 H ow beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

“How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O daughter! Your legs are like stones of much worth, the work of an able workman.

2 T hy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your navel is like a beautiful glass full of wine. Your stomach is like gathered grain with lilies around it.

3 T hy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Your two breasts are like two young deer, the two young ones of a gazelle.

4 T hy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

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

5 T hine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

Your head crowns you like Carmel. Your flowing hair is like strings of purple. The king is held by the beauty of your hair.

6 H ow fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

How beautiful and how pleasing you are, my love! How happy you make me!

7 T his thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

You stand like a palm tree. And your breasts are like its fruit.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

I said, ‘I will go to the top of the palm tree. I will take hold of its branches.’ O, may your breasts be like the fruit of the vine, and the sweet smell of your breath like pleasing fruit.

9 a nd the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

And may your mouth be like the best wine.” The Woman “For my love, it is smooth going down, flowing through the lips while sleeping.

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

“I am my love’s, and he wants me.

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

Come, my love, let us go to the country. Let us spend the night in the villages.

12 L et us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

Let us get up early and go to the grape-fields. Let us see if the buds are on the vines, and if its flowers have opened. Let us see if the pomegranates have flowers. There I will give you my love.

13 T he mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

The mandrakes have given out their sweet smell. And over our doors are all the best fruits, both new and old, which I have saved for you, my love.