How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's1 daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands.
Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
Your breasts2 are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower.3 Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon4 by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon5 looking toward Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.6 Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
How beautiful7 you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights!87
Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts9 like clusters of fruit.
I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,10