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.

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 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.

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

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

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

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.

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 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.

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 art thou, O love, for delights!

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

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

This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to 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, `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 thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

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 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.

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 at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, 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!