| Holman Christian Standard Bible | International Standard Version |
| 1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master. | 1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, noble lady. The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of a skilled artist's hands. |
| 2Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies. | 2Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your abdomen is a bundle of wheat, enclosed by lilies. |
| 3Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. | 3Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. |
| 4Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus. | 4Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon, beside the gate of Beth-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which faces Damascus. |
| 5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth-- a king could be held captive in your tresses. | 5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your flowing locks are like purple, and a king could be captured in the dangling tresses. |
| 6How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights! | 6How beautiful and lovely you are, you are love with its exquisite delights. |
| 7Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit. | 7Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit. |
| 8I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots. | 8I told myself, "I'll go up the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples. |
| 9Your mouth is like fine wine-- W flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth! | 9May your mouth be like good wine. May it go down smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones. |
| 10I belong to my love, and his desire is for me. | 10I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me. |
| 11Come, my love, let's go to the field; let's spend the night among the henna blossoms. | 11Come, my beloved. Let us go out to the country, let us spend the night in the villages. |
| 12Let's go early to the vineyards; let's see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. | 12Let us go early to the vineyards, let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossom has opened, whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I'll give you my love. |
| 13The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy-- new as well as old. I have treasured them up for you, my love. | 13The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doors are all the choice fruits, both old and new, that I've stored up for you, my beloved. |
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