1 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why should you gaze at the Shulammite as at the dance of two camps?

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 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments crafted by the hands of a skilled artist.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

4 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

6 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7 How beautiful and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.

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 I said, 'I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches.' Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples.

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 Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

11 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.

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 Let us rise early and go to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

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.

14 The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and at our doors are all the finest fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.