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.

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 navel is a round goblet, wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly 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, twins of a gazelle;

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

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;

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 locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by ringlets!

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, love, in 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 grape clusters.

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

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 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.

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

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

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.

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

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