Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair;{HR}Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil;{HR}Thy hair [is] as a flock of goats{HR}That appears on the side of mount Gilead.
Thy teeth [are] like a flock of shorn [ewes]{HR}Which go up from the washing,{HR}Which have all borne twins,{HR}And none bereaved among them.
Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet,{HR}And thy speech comely.{HR}As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples{HR}Behind thy veil.
Thy neck [is] like the tower of David{HR}Built for an armoury:{HR}A thousand bucklers hang thereon,{HR}All shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts [are] like two fawns, twins of a gazelle,{HR}Which feed among the lilies.
Until the day dawn and the shadows flee away.{HR}I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,{HR}And to the hill of frankincense.
Thou [art] all fair, my love and [there is] no spot in thee.
With me from Lebanon, spouse, with me from Lebanon;{HR}Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon,{HR}From the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister spouse;{HR}Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,{HR}With one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister spouse!{HR}How much better is thy love than wine,{HR}And the fragrance of thine ointment than all spices!
Thy lips, spouse, drop honeycomb;{HR}Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue;{HR}And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden shut up is my sister spouse,{HR}A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy shoots [are] an orchard of pomegranates with precious fruits{HR}Henna with spikenard plants;
spikenard and saffron;{HR}Calamus and cinnamon with all trees of frankincense;{HR}Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,{HR}Which stream from Lebanon.
Awake, north wind, and come, south;{HR}Blow upon my garden [that] the spices thereof may flow forth.{HR}Let my beloved come into his garden{HR}And eat his precious fruits.