Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.

The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.

Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.

Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

Thy lips, my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;

His head is as the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;

His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, If the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah.