1 Return, return, O Shulammite;

Return, return, and we will look at thee.

What will ye see in the Shulammite?

She comes as bands of armies.

2 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes,

O daughter of the prince:

The joints of thy thighs are like chains,

The work of the craftsman.

3 Thy navel is as a turned bowl,

Not wanting liquor;

Thy belly is as a heap of wheat

Set about with lilies.

4 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.

5 Thy neck is as an ivory tower;

Thine eyes are as pools in Heshbon,

By the gates of the daughter of many:

Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon,

Looking toward Damascus.

6 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel,

And the curls of thy hair like scarlet;

The king is bound in the galleries.

7 How beautiful art thou,

And how sweet art thou, my love!

8 This is thy greatness in thy delights:

Thou wast made like a palm tree,

And thy breasts to clusters.

9 I said, I will go up to the palm tree,

I will take hold of its high boughs:

And now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine,

And the smell of thy nose as apples;

10 And thy throat as good wine,

Going well with my kinsman,

Suiting my lips and teeth.

11 I am my kinsman’s,

And his desire is toward me.

12 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field;

Let us lodge in the villages.

13 Let us go early into the vineyards;

Let us see if the vine has flowered,

If the blossoms have appeared,

If the pomegranates have blossomed;

There will I give thee my breasts.

14 The mandrakes have given a smell,

And at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old.

O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee.