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.
Thy navel \is like\ a round goblet, \which\ wanteth not liquor: thy belly \is like\ an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts \are\ like two young roes \that are\ twins.
Thy neck \is\ as a tower of ivory; thine eyes \like\ the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose \is\ as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Thine head upon thee \is\ like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king \is\ held in the galleries.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters \of grapes\.
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;
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.
I \am\ my beloved's, and his desire \is\ toward me.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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.
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.