If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds tents.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.