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.

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.

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

Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

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

Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are 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,

Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.

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

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

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

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

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

This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its 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,

I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

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

And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

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

I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.

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

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

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;

Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, And its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.

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

The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.