Chorus
1 Return, return, O Shulammite,
return, that we may look at you!
He
Why would you look at the Shulammite,
as dancing between two rows?
[Bol] 2 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
daughter of the prince!
Your shapely thighs are like jewels,
the work of a master artist.
3 Your navel is a bowl well-rounded,
never lacking exquisitely blended wine.
Your belly is a mound of wheat
with lilies around it.
4 Your breasts are two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
5 Your neck is an ivory tower.
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim;
your nose, the tower of Lebanon
looking towards Damascus.
6 Your crowned head is Mount Carmel;
your flowing hair is royal purple,
which holds a king captive in its tresses.
7 How beautiful you are, how lovely,
my beloved, in your delights!
8 Like a palm tree, you are stately
and like its clusters are your breasts.
9 I said, “I will climb the palm tree
and take hold of its fruits.”
May your breasts be clusters of the vine,
your breath sweet-scented as apples,
and your mouth like the best wine.
She
[Bol] 10 May the wine flow straight to my lover,
flowing over from my lips.
11 I am my lover’s
but it is he who depends on me.
12 Come, my love,
let us go to the countryside,
and pass the night in the villages.
13 Let us go early to the vineyards
to see if the vines have flowered,
if the buds have opened,
and the pomegranates have blossomed.
There I will give you my love.
14 The mandrakes yield their fragrance;
at our doors are the rarest fruits;
both new and old I have stored
for you, my love.