How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2Your body is like a round goblet, In which no mingled wine is wanting: Your waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
4Your neck is like the tower of ivory; Your eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus.
5Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses of it.
6How beautiful and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
7This your stature is like a palm-tree, Your breasts to its clusters.
8I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches of it: Let your breasts be as clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples,
9Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10I am my beloved's; His desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
12Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine has budded, Its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give you my love.
13The mandrakes give forth fragrance; At our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.