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 the hills of 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 courses of stonea; on it hang a thousand shields,9 all of them shields of warriors.
Your 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 leopards.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;20 you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.2110
How delightful22 is your love23, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine,24 and the fragrance of your perfume25 more than any spice!
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue.26 The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.2712
You are a garden28 locked up, my sister, my bride;29 you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.3013
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates31 with choice fruits, with henna32 and nard,
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,33 with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh34 and aloes35 and all the finest spices.3615
You areb a garden37 fountain,38 a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.