Howמַהbeautiful areיָּפוּyour stepsפְעָמַיִךְin sandals,בַּנְּעָלִיםdaughterבַּתof a noble!נָדִיבThe curvesחַמּוּקֵיof your thighsיְרֵכַיִךְare like jewels,כְּמוֹ חֲלָאִיםthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof the handsיְדֵיof a craftsman.אָמָּן
Your navelשָׁרְרֵךְis a roundedהַסַּהַרbowl;אַגַּןlet it notאַלlackיֶחְסַרmixed wine;הַמָּזֶגyour bellyבִּטְנֵךְis a heapעֲרֵמַתof wheatחִטִּיםfencedסוּגָהwith lilies.בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּים
Your two breastsשְׁנֵי שָׁדַיִךְare like two fawns,כִּשְׁנֵי עֳפָרִיםtwinsתָּאֳמֵיof a gazelle.צְבִיָּה
Your neckצַוָּארֵךְis like a towerכְּמִגְדַּלof ivory;הַשֵּׁןyour eyesעֵינַיִךְare poolsבְּרֵכוֹתin Heshbonבְּחֶשְׁבּוֹןby the gateעַל שַׁעַרof Bath-rabbim;בַּת רַבִּיםyour noseאַפֵּךְis like the towerכְּמִגְדַּלof Lebanonהַלְּבָנוֹןthat looksצוֹפֶהtoward Damascus.פְּנֵי דַמָּשֶׂק
Your headרֹאשֵׁךְupon youעָלַיִךְis like Carmel,כַּכַּרְמֶלand the tressesוְדַלַּתof your headרֹאשֵׁךְlike purple;כָּאַרְגָּמָןa kingמֶלֶךְis held captiveאָסוּרin the locks.בָּרְהָטִים
Howמַהbeautiful you are,יָּפִיתand howוּמַהpleasant,נָּעַמְתְּlove,אַהֲבָהamong delights!בַּתַּעֲנוּגִים
Thisזֹאתstature of yoursקוֹמָתֵךְis likeדָּמְתָהa palm tree,לְתָמָרand your breastsוְשָׁדַיִךְlike clusters.לְאַשְׁכֹּלוֹת
I said,אָמַרְתִּי“I will climbאֶעֱלֶהthe palm tree;בְתָמָרI will take holdאֹחֲזָהof its branches.”בְּסַנְסִנָּיוAnd please letוְ נָאyour breastsשָׁדַיִךְbeיִהְיוּlike clustersכְּאֶשְׁכְּלוֹתof the vine,הַגֶּפֶןand the fragranceוְרֵיחַof your noseאַפֵּךְlike apples,כַּתַּפּוּחִים
and your palateוְחִכֵּךְlike the goodכְּ הַטּוֹבwineיֵיןthat goesהוֹלֵךְto my belovedלְדוֹדִיsmoothly,לְמֵישָׁרִיםthat makesדּוֹבֵבthe lipsשִׂפְתֵיof sleepersיְשֵׁנִיםspeak.דּוֹבֵב
Iאֲנִיam my beloved’s,לְדוֹדִיand toward meוְעָלַיis his desire.תְּשׁוּקָתוֹ
Come,לְכָהmy beloved,דוֹדִיlet us go outנֵצֵאto the field;הַשָּׂדֶהlet us spend the nightנָלִינָהin the villages.בַּכְּפָרִים
Let us rise earlyנַשְׁכִּימָהto the vineyards;לַכְּרָמִיםlet us seeנִרְאֶהwhetherאִםthe vineהַגֶּפֶןhas blossomed,פָּרְחָהwhether the blossomהַסְּמָדַרhas opened,פִּתַּחwhether the pomegranatesהָרִמּוֹנִיםhave budded;הֵנֵצוּthereשָׁםI will giveאֶתֵּןmy loveאֶת דֹּדַיto you.לָךְ
The mandrakesהַדּוּדָאִיםgiveנָתְנוּfragrance,רֵיחַand at our doorsוְעַל פְּתָחֵינוּare every kind ofכָּלchoice fruit,מְגָדִיםnewחֲדָשִׁיםand alsoגַּםold;יְשָׁנִיםmy beloved,דּוֹדִיfor youלָךְI have stored them up.צָפַנְתִּי