2
Thy navel
is like a round goblet,
which does not lack liquor; thy belly
is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3
Thy two breasts
are like two young roes
that are twins.
4
Thy neck
is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes
like the fishpools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim; thy nose
is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5
Thine head upon thee
is like scarlet, and the hair of thine head like the purple of the king hung in the galleries.
6
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7
This, thy stature is like unto the palm tree, and thy breasts to the clusters.
8
I said, I will climb up the palm tree, I will take hold of the clusters thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9
and thy palate like the best wine that goes into my beloved sweetly and causes the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10
I
am my beloved’s, and with me he has his contentment.
11
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vines flourish,
whether the tender flowers appear, if the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give thee my loves.