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 your feet in their shoes, O daughter! Your legs are like stones of much worth, the work of an able workman.

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

Your navel is like a beautiful glass full of wine. Your stomach is like gathered grain with lilies around it.

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

Your two breasts are like two young deer, the two young ones of a gazelle.

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,

Your 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.

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

Your head crowns you like Carmel. Your flowing hair is like strings of purple. The king is held by the beauty of your hair.

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

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

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

You stand like a palm tree. And your breasts are like its fruit.

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 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.

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

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

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

“I am my love’s, and he wants me.

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

Come, my love, let us go to the country. Let us spend the night 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 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.

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 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.