1 H ow beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

2 T hy navel is a round goblet, wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

3 T hy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

4 T hy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;

5 T hy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by ringlets!

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

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

8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

9 A nd the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, … That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

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

11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.

12 W e will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

13 T he mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.