1 ¶ How beautiful are thy feet in thy shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an excellent workman.

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

2 T hy navel is like a round goblet, which does not lack liquor; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

3 T hy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

4 T hy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim; thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 T hine head upon thee is like scarlet, and the hair of thine head like the purple of the king hung in the galleries.

Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

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

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

7 T his, thy stature is like unto the palm tree, and thy breasts to the clusters.

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

8 I said, I will climb up the palm tree, I will take hold of the clusters thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine and the smell of thy nose like apples;

I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

9 a nd thy palate like the best wine that goes into my beloved sweetly and causes the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

10 ¶ I am my beloved’s, and with me he has his contentment.

I am my beloved’s. 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 out into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

12 L et us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vines flourish, whether the tender flowers appear, if the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give thee my loves.

Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

13 T he mandrakes have given their fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of sweet fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.