1 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
2 Thy navel is a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.
4 Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
5 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
6 How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, love!
7 This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples;
9 and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts.
13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept for thee.