1How graceful are your sandaled feet,
The smooth curves of your thighs—like fine jewelry,
the work of an artist’s hands!
2Your navel, cupped like the full moon—
may it never lack spiced wine!
Your belly is a mound of winnowed wheat
edged with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle doe;
4your neck, like a tower of ivory;
your eyes, pools in Heshbon,
by the gate of that lordly city.#Or by the gate of Bath-rabbim
Your profile is like the tower of Lebanon,
looking out toward Damascus.
5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
and your hair, braided in royal purple—
a king is bound by the tresses!
6You are so beautiful, so lovely—
my love, delightful one!#With Syr and Aquila daughter of delights; MT love in delights or love with every charm
7Your stately form resembles a date palm,
and your breasts are like clustered fruit.
8I say, "I will climb the palm tree;
I will hold its fruit!"
May your breasts be now
like grape clusters,
and the scent of your breath like apples!
9Your palate is like excellent wine . . .
. . . flowing smoothly for my love,
gliding through the lips and teeth.#LXX, Syr, Vulg; MT through the lips of those who sleep; Heb uncertain
10I belong to my lover,
and his longing is only for me.
The ripeness of love
11Come, my love:
Let’s go out to the field
and rest all night among the flowering henna.
12Let’s set out early for the vineyards.
We will see if the vines have budded
and the blossoms opened,
see if the pomegranates have bloomed.
There I’ll give my loving to you.
13The mandrakes give off their scent,
and at our doorways is every delicacy—
fresh or ripened—
my love, I have kept them hidden for you.