7 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
    O ^(A)noble daughter!
Your rounded thighs are like ^(B)jewels,
    the work of ^(C)a master hand.
² Your navel is a rounded bowl
    that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
    encircled with ^(D)lilies.
^3 (E)Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle.
⁴ Your ^(F)neck is like an ivory tower.
Your ^(G)eyes are pools in ^(H)Heshbon,
    by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of ^(I)Lebanon,
    which looks towards ^(J)Damascus.
⁵ Your head crowns you like ^(K)Carmel,
    and your ^(L)flowing locks are like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.
^6 (M)How beautiful and ^(N)pleasant you are,
    O loved one, with all your delights!^[a]
7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its clusters.
⁸ I say I will climb the palm tree
    and lay hold of its fruit.
Oh may your breasts be like ^(O)clusters of the vine,
    and the scent of your breath like apples,
⁹ and your ^(P)mouth^[b] like the best wine.

She

It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
    gliding over lips and teeth.^[c]
10 (Q)I am my beloved's,
    ^(R)and his desire is for me.

^11 (S)Come, my beloved,
    let us go out into the fields
    and lodge in the villages;^[d]
12 let us go out early to the vineyards
    ^(T)and see whether the vines have budded,
whether ^(U)the grape blossoms have opened
    and the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
^13 (V)The mandrakes give forth fragrance,
    and beside our doors are all choice fruits,
^(W)new as well as old,
    which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

8 Oh that you were like a brother to me
    who nursed at my mother's breasts!
If I found you outside, I would kiss you,
    and none would despise me.
² I would lead you and ^(X)bring you
    into the house of my mother—
    she who used to teach me.
I would give you ^(Y)spiced wine to drink,
    the juice of my pomegranate.
^3 (Z)His left hand is under my head,
    and his right hand embraces me!
⁴ I ^(AA)adjure you, O ^(AB)daughters of Jerusalem,
    ^(AC)that you not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases.
^5 (AD)Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
    leaning on her beloved?
Under the apple tree I awakened you.
There your mother was in labour with you;
    there she who bore you was in labour.
⁶ Set me as a seal upon your heart,
    as ^(AE)a seal upon your arm,
for ^(AF)love is strong as death,
    ^(AG)jealousy^[e] is fierce as the grave.^[f]
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
    the very ^(AH)flame of the Lord.
⁷ Many waters cannot quench love,
    neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
    all the wealth of his ^(AI)house,
    he^[g] would be utterly despised.