1Look, you are beautiful, my love; look, you are beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep that have come up from the washing. Each one of them has twins, and not one among them has lost her young.
3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of a pomegranate.
4Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armoury. A thousand small shields hang on it, all of them the shields of mighty men.
5Your two breasts are like two young deer, twins of one mother, that feed among the lilies.
6Until the day breaks and the shadows run away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look down from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9You have taken my heart, my sister, my bride. You have taken my heart with one look of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your perfumes than all spices!
11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the smell of Lebanon.
12My sister, my bride, is a garden closed in, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with the best fruits; camphire with spikenard,
14spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every tree that gives frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
15You are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams flowing down from Lebanon.
16Awake, north wind; and come, south wind. Blow upon my garden, so that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat its best fruits.