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 an 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 toward 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.