1 H ow beautiful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded limbs are like jeweled chains, the work of a master hand.

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

2 Y our body is like a round goblet in which no mixed wine is wanting. Your abdomen is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy waist a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

3 Y our two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of a gazelle.

Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

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

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 Y our head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.

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

6 H ow fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

7 Y our stature is like that of a palm tree, and your bosom like its clusters.

This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

8 I resolve that I will climb the palm tree; I will grasp its branches. Let your breasts be like clusters of the grapevine, and the scent of your breath like apples,

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 A nd your kisses like the best wine— that goes down smoothly and sweetly for my beloved gliding over his lips while he sleeps!

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

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

I my beloved's, and on me his desire.

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

Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

12 L et us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

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 T he mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all manner of choice fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved!

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