1 Oh mely szépek a te lépéseid a sarukban,
2 A te köldököd, mint a kerekded csésze,
3 A te két emlõd, [mint] két õzike,
4 A te nyakad, mint az elefánttetembõl csinált torony;
5 A te fejed hasonló rajtad a Kármelhez,
6 Mely igen szép vagy és mely kedves,
7 Ez a te termeted hasonló a pálmafához,
8 Azt mondám: felhágok a pálmafára,
9 És a te ínyed, mint a legjobb bor,
10 Én az én szerelmesemé vagyok,
11 No, én szerelmesem, menjünk ki a mezõre,
12 Felkelvén menjünk a szõlõkbe,
13 A mandragórák illatoznak,
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.