BEHOLD, you are beautiful, my beloved;
behold, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves’ eyes behind your veil;
your hair is like a flock of goats, which come up from mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn, which come up from the washing;
every one of them bears twins, and none is bereft among them.
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely like the first flowers of the pomegranate.
Your neck beneath your veil is like the tower of David, built for an armory, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all quivers of valiant men.
Your two breasts are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
Until the day is cool and the evening shadows decline, I will go to the mountains of myrrh and to the hills of frankincense.
You are all beautiful, my love;
there is not even a spot in you.
Come with me from Lebanon, O my sister, my bride!
come with me from Lebanon;
you shall pass over the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of leopards.
You have encouraged me, O my sister, my bride;
you have stolen my heart with a look of one of your eyes, with one necklace of your neck.
How beautiful are your breasts, O my sister, my bride!
how much better are your breasts than wine!
and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
Your lips drop as the honeycomb;
honey and milk are under your tongue;
and the fragrance of your garments is like the perfume of Lebanon.
A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride;
yea, a garden guarded, a fountain sealed.
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;
henna-flower with spikenard.
Spikenard and saffron;
sweet cane and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices;
They are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O you south wind;
blow upon my garden that the perfume may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his pleasant fruit.