Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn,7 which came up1 from the washing; whereof every one bear twins,56 and none [is] barren among them.
Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded7 for an armoury, whereon there hang7 a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed6 among the lilies.
Until the day break,4 and the shadows flee away,1 I will get4 me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee.
Come4 with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, with me from Lebanon: look4 from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart,14 my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart14 with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How fair1 is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better1 is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drop4 [as] the honeycomb: honey and milk [are] under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden inclosed7 [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up,7 a fountain sealed.7
Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams6 from Lebanon.
Awake,3 O north wind; and come,3 thou south; blow54 upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out.4 Let my beloved come4 into his garden, and eat4 his pleasant fruits.