1 “ How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O daughter! Your legs are like stones of much worth, the work of an able 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 Y our navel is like a beautiful glass full of wine. Your stomach is like gathered grain with lilies around it.

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

3 Y our two breasts are like two young deer, the two young ones of a gazelle.

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

4 Y our neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like 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 Y our head crowns you like Carmel. Your flowing hair is like strings of purple. The king is held by the beauty of your hair.

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

6 H ow beautiful and how pleasing you are, my love! How happy you make me!

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

7 Y ou stand like a palm tree. And your breasts are like its fruit.

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

8 I said, ‘I will go to the top of the palm tree. I will take hold of its branches.’ O, may your breasts be like the fruit of the vine, and the sweet smell of your breath like pleasing fruit.

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 may your mouth be like the best wine.” The Woman “For my love, it is smooth going down, flowing through the lips while sleeping.

And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

10 “ I am my love’s, and he wants me.

I my beloved's, and on me his desire.

11 C ome, my love, let us go to the country. Let us spend the night in the villages.

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

12 L et us get up early and go to the grape-fields. Let us see if the buds are on the vines, and if its flowers have opened. Let us see if the pomegranates have flowers. There I will give you 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 have given out their sweet smell. And over our doors are all the best fruits, both new and old, which I have saved for you, my love.

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