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.

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 like a round goblet, which does not lack liquor; thy belly 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 young roes that are twins.

Thy two breasts as two young ones, 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.

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

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 unto the palm tree, and thy breasts to the clusters.

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

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, `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 palate like the best wine that goes into my beloved sweetly and causes the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

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 with me he has his contentment.

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 if the vines flourish, whether the tender flowers appear, if the pomegranates bud forth; there I will 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 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 have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!