1 Return, return, Shulammite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Shulammite? She comes as bands of armies. 2 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, daughter of Nadab: the joints of your thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman. 3 Your navel is as a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 4 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns of a doe. 5 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Heshbon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus. 6 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.⁠a 7 How beautiful you are, and how sweet you are, my love, in your delights! 8 This is your greatness: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters. 9 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples; 10 and your throat as good wine, going well with my relative, suiting my lips and teeth. 11 I am my relative's, and his desire is toward me. 12 Come, my relative, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. 13 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there I will give you my breasts. 14 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. my relative, I have kept them for you.