Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves'eyeswithin thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mountGilead.2
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn , which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins , and none is barren among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranatewithin thy locks.4
Thy neck is like the tower of Davidbuilded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousandbucklers, all shields of mighty men.5
Thy twobreasts are like twoyoungroes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.6
Until the daybreak ,a and the shadows flee away , I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.7
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon:look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions'dens, from the mountains of the leopards.9
Thou hast ravished my heart , my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with onechain of thy neck.10
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!11
Thy lips, O my spouse,drop as the honeycomb:honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.12
A gardeninclosedb is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up , a fountainsealed .
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasantfruits;camphire,c with spikenard,14Spikenard and saffron;calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefspices:15
A fountain of gardens, a well of livingwaters, and streams from Lebanon.16Awake , O north wind; and come , thou south;blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out . Let my belovedcome into his garden, and eat his pleasantfruits.