1 H ow 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.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.

2 T hy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

3 T hy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.

4 T hy 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.

Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes 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 hy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.

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

How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

7 T his thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

This stature of yours is like a palm tree, And your breasts like its clusters.

8 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,

I said, “I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches.” Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 A nd thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The Shulamite The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.

10 I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.

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

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

Come, my beloved, Let us go forth to the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

12 L et 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.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has budded, Whether the grape blossoms are open, And the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

13 T he 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.

The mandrakes give off a fragrance, And at our gates are pleasant fruits, All manner, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.