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.13
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth2 is lovely.3 Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.44
Your neck is like the tower5 of David, built with elegancea; on it hang a thousand shields,6 all of them shields of warriors.
Your two breasts7 are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle8 that browse among the lilies.96
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee,10 I will go to the mountain of myrrh11 and to the hill of incense.
All beautiful12 you are, my darling; there is no flaw13 in you.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,14 come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir,15 the summit of Hermon,16 from the lions' dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;17 you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.1810
How delightful19 is your love20, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine,21 and the fragrance of your perfume22 than any spice!
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue.23 The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.2412
You are a garden25 locked up, my sister, my bride;26 you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.27