1 O how fair art thou, my love, how fair art thou? Thou hast doves' eyes, beside that which lieth hid within. Thy hairy locks are like the wool of a flock of goats that be shorn on Mount Gilead.
2 Thy teeth are like sheep that be clipped, which go first up from the washing place: where every one beareth two twins, and not one unfruitful among them.
3 Thy lips are like a rose colored ribbon, thy words are lovely: thy cheeks are like a piece of a pomegranate, within thine hairs.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with bulwarks, whereupon there hang a thousand shields; yea, all the weapons of the giants.
5 Thy two breasts are like two twins of young roes, which feed among the lilies.
6 O that I might go to the mountain of Myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense, till the day break, and till the shadows be past away.
7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and no spot is there in thee.
8 Come to me from Lebanon, O my spouse, come to me from Lebanon: come soon the next way from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, and from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Thou hast bewitched my heart, O my sister, my spouse; thou hast bewitched my heart with one of thine eyes, and with one chain of thy neck.
10 O how fair are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse? Thy breasts are more pleasant than wine, and the smell of thine ointments passeth all spices.
11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; yea, milk and honey is under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of frankincense.
12 Thou art a well kept garden, O my sister, my spouse, thou are a well kept watering spring, and a sealed well.
13 The fruits that sprout in thee are like a very Paradise of pomegranates with sweet fruits:
14 as Cypress, Nardus, Saffron, Calamus, and all the trees of Lebanon: Myrrh, Aloes, and all the best spices.
15 Thou art a well of gardens, a well of living waters, which run down from Lebanon.