How beautiful you are
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a skilled craftsman. Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks liquor. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the fishpools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. 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. The king is held in the galleries. How beautiful you are, and how pleasing, my love, with all your delights. Your form is like a palm tree, and your breasts are its clusters. I said, I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its boughs. Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your nose like apples, and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my love, going down sweetly and causing the lips of those asleep to speak.
How beautiful your feet are with sandals, prince's daughter. The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilled workman. Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins. Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, that looks towards Damascus. Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is held in its tresses. How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights. This height of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of grapes. I said: I'll go up to the palm tree. I'll take hold of its branches. And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine now, and the smell of your nose like apples, and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my love, that goes down sweetly, making the lips of the ones asleep speak.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a skilled craftsman.
How beautiful your feet are with sandals, prince's daughter. The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks liquor. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Your navel is like a round goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the fishpools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, that looks towards Damascus.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is held in the galleries.
Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is held in its tresses.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
How beautiful you are, and how pleasing, my love, with all your delights.
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Your form is like a palm tree, and your breasts are its clusters.
This height of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of grapes.
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
I said, I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its boughs. Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your nose like apples,
I said: I'll go up to the palm tree. I'll take hold of its branches. And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine now, and the smell of your nose like apples,
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my love, going down sweetly and causing the lips of those asleep to speak.
and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my love, that goes down sweetly, making the lips of the ones asleep speak.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Let's go out into the field
I am my love's, and his desire is for me. Come, my love, let us go out into the country. Let us spend the night in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards and see whether the vine flourishes, whether the tender grape appears and the pomegranates bud. There I will give you my loves. The mandrakes give their scent, and at our door is every choice fruit, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my love.
I'm my love's, and what he wants is towards me. Come, my love, let's go out into the field. Let's stay the night in the villages. Let's get up early to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine is in bud, whether the tender grape shows itself and the pomegranates are in flower. There I'll give you my love. The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all kinds of pleasant fruits, new and old, that I've laid up for you, my love.
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
I am my love's, and his desire is for me.
I'm my love's, and what he wants is towards me.
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Come, my love, let us go out into the country. Let us spend the night in the villages.
Come, my love, let's go out into the field. Let's stay the night in the villages.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards and see whether the vine flourishes, whether the tender grape appears and the pomegranates bud. There I will give you my loves.
Let's get up early to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine is in bud, whether the tender grape shows itself and the pomegranates are in flower. There I'll give you my love.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give their scent, and at our door is every choice fruit, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my love.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all kinds of pleasant fruits, new and old, that I've laid up for you, my love.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.