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.

Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead.

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.

Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bore you.