1 HELo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
2 Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, - whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
3 Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, - Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
4 Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, - A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
5 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, - which pasture among lilies.
6 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.
8 With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, - Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
9 Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, - thou hast encouraged me, with one glance of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.
10 How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, - how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:
11 With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, - Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A garden barred, is my sister, bride, - a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
13 Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, - henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
14 Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, - myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
15 A garden fountain, a well of living waters, - and flowings from Lebanon.