O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners! 5 Turn your eyes away from me,
For they have 1 overcome me.
Your hair is r like a flock of goats
Going down from Gilead. 6 s Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
Which have come up from the washing;
Every one bears twins,
And none is 2 barren among them. 7 t Like a piece of pomegranate
Are your temples behind your veil. 8 There are sixty queens
And eighty concubines,
And u virgins without number. 9 My dove, my v perfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her.
Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
w Awesome as an army with banners?
I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the valley,
x To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates had bloomed. 12 Before I was even aware,
My soul had made me
As the chariots of 3 my noble people.
Return, return, O Shulamite;
Return, return, that we may look upon you!
What would you see in the Shulamite -
As it were, the dance of 4 the two camps?
How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
y O prince's daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a skillful workman. 2 Your navel is a rounded goblet;
It lacks no 5 blended beverage.
Your waist is a heap of wheat
Set about with lilies. 3 z Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle. 4 a Your neck is like an ivory tower,
Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon
By the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
Which looks toward Damascus. 5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
And the hair of your head is like purple;
A king is held captive by your tresses.
How fair and how pleasant you are,
O love, with your delights! 7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its clusters. 8 I said, "I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches."
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your 6 breath like apples,
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.
The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,
7 Moving gently the 8 lips of sleepers.
b I am my beloved's,
And c his desire is toward me.