1Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, Which have come up from the washing, Of which every one has twins, And none is bereaved among them.
3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
4Your neck is like the tower of David Built for an armory, On which there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all fair, my love; And there is no spot in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
10How fair is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your oils than all kinds of spices!
11Your lips, O my bride, drip like the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,
14Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15You are a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
16Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; Blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.