1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter!

The joints of thy thighs are like jewels,

The work of the hands of a cunning workman.

2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not 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 Bath-rabbim:

Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,

And the hair of thine head like purple;

The king is held in the galleries.

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree,

And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree,

I will take hold of the boughs thereof:

Now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,

And the smell of thy nose like apples;

9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine,

For my beloved, that goeth down sweetly,

Causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is towards me.

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 vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear,

And the pomegranates bud forth:

There will I give thee my loves.

13 The mandrakes give a smell,

And at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits,

New and old,

Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.