Your two breasts1 are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle2 that browse among the lilies.36
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee,4 I will go to the mountain of myrrh5 and to the hill of incense.
All beautiful6 you are, my darling; there is no flaw7 in you.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,8 come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir,9 the summit of Hermon,10 from the lions' dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;11 you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.1210
How delightful13 is your love14, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine,15 and the fragrance of your perfume16 than any spice!
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue.17 The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.1812
You are a garden19 locked up, my sister, my bride;20 you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.2113
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates22 with choice fruits, with henna23 and nard,
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,24 with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh25 and aloes26 and all the finest spices.2715
You area a garden28 fountain,29 a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.