How beautiful are thy {Or, steps}feet in sandals, O prince's daughter!
Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
Thy body is like a round goblet,
Wherein no mingled wine is wanting:
Thy waist is like a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe.
Thy neck is like the tower of ivory;
Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon,
By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looketh toward Damascus.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,
And the hair of thy head like purple;
The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,
And thy breasts to its clusters.
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree,
I will take hold of the branches thereof:
Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy {Hebrew: nose.}breath like apples,
And thy {Hebrew: palate.}mouth like the best wine,
That goeth down {Hebrew: aright.}smoothly for my beloved,
{Or, Causing the lips of those that are asleep to move (or, speak)}Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
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 whether the vine hath budded,
And {Or, the tender grape appeareth}its blossom is open,
And the pomegranates are in flower:
There will I give thee my love.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance;
And {Or, over}at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old,
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
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Draw me; we will run after thee:The king hath brought me into his chambers;We will be glad and rejoice in thee;We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: {Or, In uprightness}Rightly do they love thee.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past;The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;The time of the {Or, pruning of vines}singing of birds is come,And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,And the vines are in blossom;They give forth their fragrance.Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,With me from Lebanon: {Or, Go}Look from the top of Amana,From the top of Senir and Hermon,From the lions' dens,From the mountains of the leopards.