O prince’s daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
the work of an artist’s hands.
that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
encircled by lilies.
like twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon
by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
looking toward Damascus.
Your hair is like royal tapestry;
the king is held captive by its tresses.
my love, with your delights!
and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
She
May the wine go straight to my beloved,
flowing gently over lips and teeth.a
and his desire is for me.
let us spend the night in the villages.b
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.
and at our door is every delicacy,
both new and old,
that I have stored up for you, my beloved.