1My love, you are beautiful. You are truly beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats moving down from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep just coming up from their washing, each one having a twin, with not a single one missing.
3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like pieces of a pomegranate.
4Your neck is like David's tower, built as an arsenal, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of mighty men.
5Your two breasts are like two young deer, twin fawns of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.
6Until the day becomes cool and the shadows disappear, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
7My love, you are completely beautiful; there is no flaw in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Look down from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
9My sister, my bride, you have captured my heart! You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfumes is better than all spices!
11My bride, your lips drip like a honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The scent of your clothes is like the scent of Lebanon.
12My sister, my bride, you are a private garden, a private spring, a sealed fountain.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with precious fruits: henna with nard,
14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15a garden spring, a well of living water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden, so its perfumes can spread. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its precious fruits.