[1] Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your
eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats,
That descend from Mount Gilead. [2] Your teeth are like a newly shorn
flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them
has twins. None is bereaved among them. [3] Your lips are like scarlet
thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a
pomegranate behind your veil. [4] Your neck is like David`s tower built for
an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of
the mighty men. [5] Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins
of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. [6] Until the day is cool, and
the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the
hill of frankincense. [7] You are all beautiful, my love. There is no
spot in you. [8] 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. [9]
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my
heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck. [10] How
beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your
love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of
spices! [11] Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and
milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell
of Lebanon. [12] A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up
spring, A sealed fountain. [13] Your shoots are an orchard of
pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants, [14]
Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense
tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, [15] A fountain of
gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon.
Beloved [16] Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden,
that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And
taste his precious fruits. Lover
