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هُوَ يَصْفُ جمَالَهَا:

مَا أجْمَلَ قَدَمَيكِ فِي الحِذَاءِ، يَا نَبِيلَةَ الأصلِ!
مُنعَطَفَاتُ فَخذَيكِ كَحِلِيٍّ صَنَعَهَا صَانِعٌ مَاهِرٌ.
سُرَّتُكِ كَطَاسٍ مُدَوَّرَةٍ لَا تَنْقُصُهَا خَمرٌ مَمْزُوجَةٌ.
بَطنُكِ كَكَومَةٍ مِنَ القَمْحٍ، مُحَاطٌ بِالزُّهُورِ.
ثَدْيَاكِ كَابنَيِّ ظَبيٍ، كَتَوأمَي غَزَالٍ.

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[a]How beautiful your sandaled feet,
    O prince’s(A) daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
    the work of an artist’s hands.
Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.
Your breasts(B) are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:1 In Hebrew texts 7:1-13 is numbered 7:2-14.