1 Que formosos são os teus passos dados de sandálias,

ó filha do príncipe!

Os meneios dos teus quadris

são como colares trabalhados por mãos de artista.

2 O teu umbigo é taça redonda,

a que não falta bebida;

o teu ventre é monte de trigo,

cercado de lírios.

3 Os teus dois seios, como duas crias,

gêmeas de uma gazela.

4 O teu pescoço, como torre de marfim;

os teus olhos são as piscinas de Hesbom,

junto à porta de Bate-Rabim;

o teu nariz, como a torre do Líbano,

que olha para Damasco.

5 A tua cabeça é como o monte Carmelo,

a tua cabeleira, como a púrpura;

um rei está preso nas tuas tranças.

6 Quão formosa e quão aprazível és,

ó amor em delícias!

7 Esse teu porte é semelhante à palmeira,

e os teus seios, a seus cachos.

8 Dizia eu: subirei à palmeira,

pegarei em seus ramos.

Sejam os teus seios como os cachos da vide,

e o aroma da tua respiração, como o das maçãs.

9 Os teus beijos são como o bom vinho,

vinho que se escoa suavemente para o meu amado,

deslizando entre seus lábios e dentes.

10 Eu sou do meu amado,

e ele tem saudades de mim.

11 Vem, ó meu amado, saiamos ao campo,

passemos as noites nas aldeias.

12 Levantemo-nos cedo de manhã para ir às vinhas;

vejamos se florescem as vides,

se se abre a flor, se já brotam as romeiras;

dar-te-ei ali o meu amor.

13 As mandrágoras exalam o seu perfume,

e às nossas portas há toda sorte de excelentes frutos,

novos e velhos;

eu tos reservei, ó meu amado.

1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter!

Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,

The work of the hands of a skilful workman.

2 Thy body is like a round goblet,

Wherein no mingled wine is wanting:

Thy waist is like a heap of wheat

Set about with lilies.

3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns

That are twins of a roe.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory;

Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon,

By the gate of Bath-rabbim;

Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon

Which looketh toward Damascus.

5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,

And the hair of thy head like purple;

The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou,

O love, for delights!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree,

And thy breasts to its clusters.

8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree,

I will take hold of the branches thereof:

Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,

And the smell of thy breath like apples,

9 And thy mouth like the best wine,

That goeth down smoothly for my beloved,

Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

10 I am my beloved’s;

And his desire is toward me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;

Let us lodge in the villages.

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;

Let us see whether the vine hath budded,

And its blossom is open,

And the pomegranates are in flower:

There will I give thee my love.

13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance;

And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old,

Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

1 How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of an artist's hands.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.

3 Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle.

4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.

6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights!

7 Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

8 I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth. [^2]

10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. [^3]

12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom — there I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.