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.
13
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.