1How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O princes daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer. 2Thy navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies. 3Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe. 4Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. 5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses. 6How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions! 7This thy stature is like a palmtree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes. 8I thought, I wish to climb up the palmtree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; 9And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep. 10I am my friends, and toward me is his desire. 11Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages; 12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened to the view, whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee. 13The mandrakes give forth their smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.