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| [1]Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil: thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad. |
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| [2]Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them. |
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| [3]Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil. |
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| [4]Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men. |
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| [5]Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies. |
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| [6]Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. |
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| [7]Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee. |
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| [8]Come from Libanus, my bride, come from Libanus: thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. |
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| [9]My sister, my spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. |
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| [10]How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices! |
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| [11]Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus. |
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| [12]My sister, my spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed. |
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| [13]Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard: |
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| [14]spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices: |
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| [15]a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus. |
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| [16]Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out. |
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