1Your kicks are straight fire, princess! Your thighs are like jewels, crafted by a total rizz master.

2Your belly's like a round cup, always filled up; your midsection's a vibe like wheat surrounded by flowers.

3Your two girls are like twin baby deer, no cap.

4Your neck's an ivory tower; your eyes are like chill pools in Heshbon, and your nose is a Lebanon tower peeping at Damascus.

5Your head's like Carmel, and your hair's lit like royal purple; the king's all about that vibe.

6You’re so fine and full of good vibes, my love, for real!

7Your height's like a palm tree, and your girls are like grape clusters, pure bussin.

8I’m climbing that palm tree, ready to grab those branches; your girls are like vine clusters, and your scent's like apples.

9The roof of your mouth is like the best wine for my boo, going down smooth, waking up sleepy lips to chat.

10I’m all about my boo, and he’s vibing with me.

11Yo, my love, let’s dip to the fields; let’s crash in the villages.

12Let’s rise early for the vineyards; let’s peep if the vines are thriving, if the grapes poppin’, and if the pomegranates are budding: I’ll show you my love there.

13The mandrakes smell amazing, and at our gates are all kinds of dope fruits, fresh and old, just for you, my love.

1How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath–rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

9And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

10I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

13The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.