[1] Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your
eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving
down the slopes of Gilead. [2] Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one
among them is bereaved. [3] Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your
mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your
veil. [4] Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an arsenal,
whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors. [5] Your
two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the
lilies. [6] Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will hie me to
the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense. [7] You are all fair,
my love; there is no flaw in you. [8] Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Ama'na, from the peak of
Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
[9] You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my
heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. [10] How
sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than
wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! [11] Your lips distil
nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your
garments is like the scent of Lebanon. [12] A garden locked is my sister,
my bride, a garden locked, a fountain sealed. [13] Your shoots are an
orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard, [14]
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices-- [15] a garden fountain, a well of
living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon. [16] Awake, O north wind,
and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted
abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.