Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, and let us look upon you. What will you look upon in the Shulamite, like the dance of two camps?

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a craftsman.

Your waist is a rounded bowl; may it not lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, surrounded by lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like the tower of ivory; your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus.

Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is held captive in the tresses.

How beautiful you are and how delightful, O love, in pleasures!

This is your stature, like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of dates.

I said, I will climb the palm tree; I will grasp its branches. And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your nose like apples.

And your palate like the best wine, flowing smoothly to my beloved, causing the lips of sleepers to speak.

I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.

Come, my beloved, let us go out to the field; let us lodge in the villages.

Let us rise early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, if the blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, both new and old, which I have kept for you, my beloved.