The man praises the Shulammite from feet to head. How beautiful are her feet in sandals, O noble daughter; her rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand (v. 1). Her navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine, her belly a heap of wheat encircled with lilies (v. 2). Her breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle (v. 3). Her neck is like an ivory tower, her eyes like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim, her nose like a tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus (v. 4). Her head crowns her like Carmel, and her flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses (v. 5).
The man says how beautiful and pleasant she is, O loved one, with all her delights (v. 6). Her stature is like a palm tree, and her breasts are like its clusters (v. 7). He says he will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit; her breasts will be like clusters of the vine, the scent of her breath like apples and her mouth like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth (vv. 8-9).
The woman answers, breaking in: I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me (v. 10). She invites him: come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages (v. 11). Let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the blossom has opened and whether the pomegranates are in bloom; there I will give you my love (v. 12). The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved (v. 13).