1
Behold, thou
art fair, my love; behold, thou
art fair; thou
hast doves’ eyes within thy locks; thy hair
is as a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.
2
Thy teeth
are like a flock
of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; of which every one bear twins, and none
is barren among them.
3
Thy lips
are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech
is lovely; thy temples
are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
4
Thy neck
is like the tower of David built for teaching, upon which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5
Thy two breasts
are like two young roes that are twins, which are fed among the lilies.
6
Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7
Thou
art all fair, my love;
there is no spot in thee.
8
With me from Lebanon,
my spouse, thou shalt come with me from Lebanon; thou shalt 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 taken hold of my heart, my sister,
my spouse; thou hast imprisoned my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain 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, drip
as the honeycomb; honey and milk
are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments
is like the smell of Lebanon.