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

3 T hy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

4 T hy 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 as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

6 H ow fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

7 T his thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

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

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

11 C ome, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

12 W e 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 fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!