| 1 | As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer. |
| 2 | Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies, |
| 3 | Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe, |
| 4 | Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus, |
| 5 | Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings! |
| 6 | How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights. |
| 7 | This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. |
| 8 | I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons, |
| 9 | And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged! |
| 10 | I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire. |
| 11 | Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, |
| 12 | We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves; |
| 13 | The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee! |