1 The Beloved: How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilled artist.2 Your navel is like a round goblet; it lacks no mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.4 Your neck is like an ivory tower, your eyes like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive in its tresses.6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love; so exquisite!7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters.8 I said, I will go up into the palm tree, I will grasp its stalk. Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your nose like apples,9 and the roof of your mouth like excellent wine. Shulamite: The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over the lips into sleep.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 if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms are open, and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give my love to you.13 At our door all manner of excellent fragrances for love, new and old, I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

1 Douytir of the prince, thi goyngis ben ful faire in schoon; the ioyncturis of thi heppis ben as brochis, that ben maad bi the hond of a crafti man.2 Thi nawle is as a round cuppe, and wel formed, that hath neuere nede to drynkis; thi wombe is as an heep of whete, biset aboute with lilies.3 Thi twei teetis ben as twei kidis, twynnes of a capret.4 Thi necke is as a tour of yuer; thin iyen ben as cisternes in Esebon, that ben in the yate of the douyter of multitude; thi nose is as the tour of Liban, that biholdith ayens Damask.5 Thin heed is as Carmele; and the heeres of thin heed ben as the kyngis purpur, ioyned to trowyis.6 Dereworthe spousesse, thou art ful fair, and ful schappli in delices.7 Thi stature is licned to a palm tree, and thi tetis to clustris of grapis.8 I seide, Y schal stie in to a palm tree, and Y schal take the fruytis therof. And thi tetis schulen be as the clustris of grapis of a vyner; and the odour of thi mouth as the odour of pumgranatis;9 thi throte schal be as beste wyn. Worthi to my derlyng for to drynke, and to hise lippis and teeth to chewe.10 Y schal cleue by loue to my derlyng, and his turnyng schal be to me.11 Come thou, my derlyng, go we out in to the feeld; dwelle we togidere in townes.12 Ryse we eerli to the vyner; se we, if the vyner hath flourid, if the flouris bryngen forth fruytis, if pumgranatis han flourid; there I schal yyue to thee my tetis.13 Mandrogoris han youe her odour in oure yatis; my derlyng, Y haue kept to thee alle applis, new and elde.