[1] See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove;

[1] 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. [2] 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. [3] 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. [4] 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. [5] Your two breasts are like two young roes
of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies. [6] Till the
evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain
of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. [7] You are all fair, my love;
there is no mark on you. [8] 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. [9] 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! [10]
How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine,
and the smell of your oils than any perfume! [11] Your lips are dropping
honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing
is like the smell of Lebanon. [12] A garden walled-in is my sister, my
bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped. [13] The produce of the
garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard, [14]
Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. [15] You are a fountain of
gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon. [16]
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.