1. Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may look upon you. Why do you gaze at the Shulammite like the dance of Mahanaim?
2. How lovely are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman’s hand.
3. Your navel is a round goblet, may it not lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies.