How beautiful are thy feet in thy shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an excellent workman.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which does not lack liquor; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
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.
Thine head upon thee is like scarlet, and the hair of thine head like the purple of the king hung in the galleries.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
This, thy stature is like unto the palm tree, and thy breasts to the clusters.
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;
and thy palate like the best wine that goes into my beloved sweetly and causes the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
I am my beloved’s, and with me he has his contentment.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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.
The mandrakes have given their fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of sweet fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.