1. Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may look upon you. Why do you gaze at the Shulammite like the dance of Mahanaim?
2. How lovely are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman’s hand.
3. Your navel is a round goblet, may it not lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies.
4. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
5. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon near the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
6. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple. The king is captivated in its tresses!