1 How fair are your feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, The work of a craftsman’s hands.
2 Your navel is a rounded bowl Let it not lack mixed wine. Your body is a heap of wheat, Hedged about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes pools in Ḥeshbon By the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Leḇanon looking to Damascus.
5 Your head upon you is like Mount Karmel, And the hair of your head like purple; The sovereign is held captive by the ringlets.
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, in delights!
7 This stature of yours compares to a palm tree, And your breasts to clusters.