[1] How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded
thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. [2] Your navel is a
rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat,
encircled with lilies. [3] Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a
gazelle. [4] Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in
Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rab'bim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
overlooking Damascus. [5] Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your
flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. [6]
How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden! [7] You are
stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. [8] I say I
will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts
be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, [9]
and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over
lips and teeth. [10] I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me. [11]
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the
villages; [12] let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the
vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the
pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. [13] The
mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits,
new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
