1Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of your thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.

2Your navel is as a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.

4Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking towards Damascus.

5Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.

6How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, my love!

7This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.

8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;

9and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.

10I am my kinsman's, and his desire is towards me.

11Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.

13The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for you.