The voice of my beloved! Look! Here {he} comes leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills!

For look! The winter is over; {the rainy season} {has turned and gone away}.

Your neck [is] like a tower of ivory; your eyes [are] pools in Heshbon at the gate of Beth Rabbim. Your nose [is] like the tower of Lebanon {looking out over Damascus}.

Your palate [is] like the best wine that goes down for my beloved, smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.

The mandrakes give [off their] fragrance, and {over our doorway is every kind of delicious fruit}; both {fresh and dried fruit I have stored up} for you, O my beloved.