 1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter. The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman. 2 Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. 4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bethrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon that looks toward Damascus. 5 Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth. The King is held captive in its tresses. 6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights. 7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes. 8 I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples; 9 and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones. 10 I am my beloved's, and His desire is toward me. 11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field. Let us stay in the villages. 12 Let us rise up early to the vineyards. Let us see if the vine flowers, whether the tender grape appears, and the pomegranates bud forth. There I will give you my love. 13 The love apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, that I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
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