1 Look how fair you are, my love, look how fair! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats flowing down the slopes of Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins, and not one among them has lost its young.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks behind your veil are like halves of a pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like David's tower, built in courses, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies.
6 Until the day blows cool and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
7 You are altogether fair, my love; there is no flaw in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; with me from Lebanon come. Look down from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the lairs of lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captured my heart with a single glance of your eyes, with a single bead of your necklace.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much sweeter your love than wine, and the scent of your oils than any spice!
11 Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk lie under your tongue, and the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12 A locked garden is my sister, my bride, a locked spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the finest fruits, henna with nard,
14 nard and saffron, cane and cinnamon, with every tree of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices:
15 a garden fountain, a well of fresh water, and streams pouring down from Lebanon.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow upon my garden, and let its spices flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat its choice fruits.