Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.

Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

Behold the couch, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them.

Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely: your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.

You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.

Your lips, O my spouse, drop like the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard,

His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are wavy, and black as a raven.

His eyes are like doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh.

His arms are as rounded gold set with beryl: his body is as carved ivory overlaid with sapphires.

His legs are pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.

As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples behind your veil.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! the curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful craftsman.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.

How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for your delights!

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom: there will I give you my loves.

The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is as strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame.