[He] How beautiful are your feet in sandals, you daughter of princes! The curves of your thighs are like a necklace made by a skilled craftsman. Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks spiced wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bat-Rabbim, your nose like a tower in the L'vanon overlooking Dammesek. You hold your head like the Karmel, and the hair on your head is like purple cloth -the king is held captive in its tresses.
How beautiful you are, my love, how charming, how delightful! Your appearance is stately as a palm tree, with its fruit clusters your breasts. I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches."
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, your breath as fragrant as apples, and your mouth like the finest wine. [She] May the wine go straight to the man I love and gently move the lips of those who are asleep.
I belong to my darling, and his desire is for me.
Come, my darling, let's go out to the country and spend the nights in the villages.
We'll get up early and go to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, to see if their flowers have opened, or if the pomegranate trees are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
The mandrakes are sending out their fragrance, all kinds of choice fruits are at our doors, fruits both new and old, my darling, which I have kept in store for you.