- Behold, thou art fair, my love;
behold, thou art fair;
thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil;
thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.
- Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing;
whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
- Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely;
thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
- Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.
- Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
- Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
- Thou art all fair, my love;
and there is no spot in thee.
- Come 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.
- Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.
- How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!
how much better is thy love than wine!
and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
- Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey - honey and milk are under thy tongue;
and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
- A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;
a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
- Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits;
henna with spikenard plants,
- Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
- Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
- Awake, O north wind;
and come, thou south;
blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.