How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil1 are doves.2 Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.32
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.43
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth5 is lovely.6 Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.74
Your neck is like the tower8 of David, built with elegancea; on it hang a thousand shields,9 all of them shields of warriors.
Your two breasts10 are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle11 that browse among the lilies.126
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee,13 I will go to the mountain of myrrh14 and to the hill of incense.
All beautiful15 you are, my darling; there is no flaw16 in you.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,17 come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir,18 the summit of Hermon,19 from the lions' dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.