1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.2 Thy navel is a round goblet, {which} wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, {like} the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by {thy} ringlets!6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, {my} love, in delights!7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them 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 fields; Let us lodge in the villages.12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, {If} the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.13 The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.

1 Hoe mooi is u skrede in die skoene, o edele dogter! Die golwende lyne van u heupe is soos halssierade, 'n werk van kunstenaarshande.2 U nawel is 'n ronde kom -- laat die gemengde wyn nie ontbreek nie. U liggaam is 'n hoop koring, omring deur lelies.3 U twee borste is soos twee lammers, tweelinge van 'n gemsbok.4 U hals is soos 'n ivoortoring, u oë vywers in Hesbon by die poort Bat-Rabbim; u neus soos die toring van die L¡banon wat na Damaskus toe uitkyk.5 U hoof op u is soos die Karmel, en die golwende hare van u hoof soos purper -- 'n koning gevang in haarlokke!6 Hoe mooi en hoe lieflik is u, o liefde, onder al die genietinge!7 U hoë gestalte daar lyk soos 'n dadelpalm, en u borste soos vrugtetrosse.8 Ek het gedink: Laat ek op die dadelpalm klim, laat ek sy trosse gryp; en laat u borste tog wees soos trosse van die wingerdstok, en die geur van u asem soos die van appels,9 en u verhemelte soos die beste wyn wat vir my beminde saggies na binne gly, en oor die lippe vloei van die wat inslaap.10 Ek is my beminde s'n, en sy begeerte is na my.11 Kom, my beminde, laat ons uitgaan in die veld, laat ons in die dorpe vernag.12 Laat ons vroeg na die wingerde gaan, laat ons sien of die wingerdstok uitloop, die druiwebloeisel oopgaan, die granate blom. Daar sal ek u my liefde gee.13 Die liefdesappels gee geur, en by ons deure is allerhande kostelike vrugte, vars en oud; o my beminde, dit het ek vir u weggebêre.