1How 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.
2Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
3Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
4Thy 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;
5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets!
6How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights!