How fair and how pleasant

1 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.

2 Thy navel is like a round goblet,

which wanteth not liquor:

thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes

that are twins.

4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;

thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon,

by the gate of Bath-rabbim:

thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,

and the hair of thine head like purple;

the king is held in the galleries.

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou,

O love, for delights!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree,

and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 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;

9 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.

10 I am my beloved's,

and his desire is toward me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;

let us lodge in the villages.

12 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.

13 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.