1 How beautiful [are] your feet in the sandals, O daughter of a noble! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an artisan.10 I [am] unto my beloved, and for me [is] his desire.11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth to the field; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.12 Let us go out early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has sprouted, [if] the blossoms have opened [and] the pomegranates have budded; there I will give my love to you.13 The mandrakes give off a scent, and at our door is every delicacy, new and old, my beloved, which I have stored up for you.2 Your navel [is] a bowl of roundness—it is not lacking [in] mixed wine. Your belly [is] a mound of wheat, fenced around with the lilies.3 Your two breasts [are] like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.4 Your neck [is] like a tower of ivory. Your eyes [are] the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose [is] like the tower of Lebanon, looking [to] the face of Damascus.5 Your head [is] upon you like Carmel, and the hair of your head [is] like purple—a king is bound in the tresses!6 How beautiful and how pleasant, O [my] love, in your delights!7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts [are] like clusters of fruit.8 I said, “I will go up on the palm [tree], I will grab hold of its boughs.” And may your breasts be now like the clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like the apples,9 and your mouth like wine of the best. It is flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.