1Return, return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulammite? As it were the dance of the two camps.
2How beautiful are your steps in sandals, O daughter of a noble! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of the hands of a skilled craftsman.
3Your navel is a round goblet; let it not lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, fenced about with lilies.
4Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
5Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
6Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; a king is bound in the tresses.
7How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love, among delights!
8This your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters.
9I said, "I will go up into the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches." And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your nose like apples,
10and your palate like the good wine, going down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
11I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
12Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge among the villages.
13Let us rise early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossom has opened, whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give my love to you.
14The mandrakes give forth scent, and at our doors are all precious fruits, new and also old; my beloved, I have laid them up for you.