- See, you are fair, my love, you are fair;
you have the eyes of a dove;
your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
- Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing;
every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
- Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form;
the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
- Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
- Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
- Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
- You are all fair, my love;
there is no mark on you.
- Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon;
see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
- You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
- How fair is your love, my sister!
How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
- Your lips are dropping honey;
honey and milk are under your tongue;
and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
- A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride;
a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
- The produce of the garden is pomegranates;
with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
- Spikenard and safron;
calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
- You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
- Be awake, O north wind;
and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out.
Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.