1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of a craftsman’s hands.
2Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks blended wine; your belly is a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus.
5Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the flowing locks of your head are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.
6How beautiful you are, and how pleasant, O love, in delights!
7This, your stature, resembles a palm tree, and your breasts, clusters of dates.
8I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will grasp its fronds.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9and your palate like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of sleepers.
10I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field; let us lodge among the villages.
12Let us rise early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossom has opened, whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love.
13The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
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