1 Behold, thou art fair, my companion ; behold, thou art fair ; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil : thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
2 Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing ; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.
3 Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely : like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.
4 Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury : a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.
8 Come from Libanus, my bride, come from Libanus : thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 My sister, my spouse, thou hast ravished my heart ; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse ! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices !
11 Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse : honey and milk are under thy tongue ; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.
12 My sister, my spouse is a garden enclosed ; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13 Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries ; camphor, with spikenard :
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon ; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices :
15 a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
16 Awake, O north wind ; and come, O south ; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.