1 Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
2 Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
3 Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
4 Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
5 Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
6 Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.