1 How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince’s daughter!
Your body is a wonderland. Whenever you take off your clothes my eyes scan you up and down wrestling to embrace the idea that you are all mine, forever. I love you from toe to head. Let me explain.
Your feet are beautiful as you walk about elegantly gracing the ground with every step. I love starting with your feet as I kiss up your body making my way to your lips.
O prince’s daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman’s hands.
From your feet I kiss my way to your legs--slender, soft and smooth. It is as if they were carved with a sculptors chisel and brought to life with the breath of God, as Eve was in the world of Eden.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine.
I’m almost bashful to admit my love for the next thing my eyes caress, for to talk of it feels wicked, but I can’t help but speak my mind. Your folds of flesh that beckon my touch are pillows of pleasure on which I rest my passion-spent head. It is like a mixed drink, a goblet of something rare and exciting to the mouth. I faint at my own folly, though it is right for me to feel this way.
Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
My lips continue upward as I kiss your waist with the kisses of pure contentment. There is almost too much body for me to handle, to fondle.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
I’ve spoken of your breasts before, but this was before I had seen them unveiled, unclothed. Like seeing the mountains for the first time and pulling over to take it all in, I feel as though I am seized in my senses, unable to just move on. I tremble to touch them. Even my kisses are coupled with reverent fear. It feels like holy ground.
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
Slow in getting there, I can’t help but move toward your face, the most beautiful part of your being. I love kissing your neck slowly, panting with passion. My heavy breathing is brought on by your shocking beauty. It doesn’t seem reasonable that I could know you as long as I have and still be caught off guard by your body.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
You never stop surprising me, my love. Even as I’m lost in your body, your eyes have caught mine and I’m brought face to face with the very image of God. Your nose, your head, your hair, they hold me captive as my heart is transfixed on yours. You are crowned with the glory of heaven bearing the likeness of God’s matchless beauty.
6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights!
You bring me more pleasure than anything this world has to offer. You are a wellspring of delights, my love!
7 Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
As I pull myself away from you to have another look at your naked form, your stature is like a palm tree and your breasts like clusters of fruit to be harvested.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.”
I look into your eyes and I can’t hold back any longer: “I want to climb onto you and take a hold of your breasts pleasuring myself with your whole body and pleasuring you with mine.”
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, 9 and your mouth like the best wine.
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes hanging on the vine ripe for the husbandman’s picking, and may your mouth—tongue and lips—satisfy my sexual thirst like a glass of wine calms the stress of one’s soul. You are my addiction.
May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
I have no problem fulfilling your primal urges, so let the wine of my body satisfy you through and through, flowing over your lips like a gentle downpour.
10 I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me.
I belong to you now, body, soul and spirit, and I have no problem being the center of your attention, the fulfillment of your sexual fantasies.
11 Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.
But let’s not stay in the same place for too long at the risk of getting complacent; I want to visit all kinds of places with you, spending the night in a variety of locations, be it outdoors or indoors. The only thing that’s important to me is that no matter where we find ourselves, you are by my side through the watches of the night.
12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
I want to keep things fresh with you; I want to be fresh with you. I want to open up like a flower when you touch me, and I want you to pursue me even after years and years have passed. I promise that if you never stop pursuing my heart, I will give myself to you, no questions asked. I will throw myself upon you and give you the first-fruits of my love.
13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover.
I’m even open to aphrodisiacs. I want to always stay creative and spontaneous sexually. I don’t want to get in a rut, a routine that leads to a cold familiarity. I’m open to new things as well as tried and true things because my heart has stored up all kinds of ideas that I want to try out with you. I want to seduce you all the days of my life.