Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with chains.

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

Behold, you are beautiful, my Beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our bed is green.

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

Behold his bed, Solomon's! Sixty mighty men are around it, of Israel's mighty men.

Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them.

Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

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

You are all fair, My love; no blemish is in you.

Your lips, My spouse, drop like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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

His head is like refined gold; His locks are bushy, black as a raven.

His eyes are as doves' eyes on the rivers of waters, washed with milk, sitting on a setting.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips are as lilies dropping flowing myrrh.

His hands are like rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires.

His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His face is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as inspiring as an army with banners.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.

Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.

There are sixty queens, and eighty 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 workman.

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

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

Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.

The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for You, O my Beloved.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.