[1] How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
[2] Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
[3] Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
[4] Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
[5] Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
[6] How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
[7] Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
[8] I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
[9] and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
[10] I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
[11] Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
[12] Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
[13] The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.