13 “Come back, come back, O Shulammite;
Come back, come back, that we may behold you!”
“Why should you behold the Shulammite,
As at the dance of the two companies?
“How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O noble’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,
The work of the hands of an artist.
2 Your navel is like a round basin
Which never lacks mixed wine;
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
Encircled with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory,
Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon
By the gate of Bath‑rabbim;
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
Which faces toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel,
And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads;
The king is captivated by your tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are,
My love, with all your pleasures!