I [am] black but beautiful, {O maidens of Jerusalem}, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Tell me, [you] whom my {heart} loves, where do you pasture your flock, where do your sheep lie down at the noon? {For why should I be like} one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

Look! You [are] beautiful, my beloved. Look! You [are] beautiful; your eyes [are] doves.

Look! You [are] beautiful, my beloved, truly pleasant. Truly our couch [is] {verdant};

Like a lily among the thorns, so [is] my love among the maidens.

The voice of my beloved! Look! Here {he} comes leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills!

My beloved is like a gazelle or {a young stag}. Look! {He is} standing behind our wall, gazing {through} the window, looking {through} the lattice.

For look! The winter is over; {the rainy season} {has turned and gone away}.

Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved! {Be like} a gazelle or {young stag} on the cleft mountains.

What [is] this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense from all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

Look! [It is] Solomon's {portable couch}! Sixty mighty men surround {it}, the mighty men of Israel.

Come out and look, {O maidens of Zion}, at {King Solomon}, at the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, on the day of the joy of his heart!

{Oh my}! You [are] beautiful, my beloved! {Oh my}! You [are] beautiful! Your eyes [are] doves from behind your veil. Your hair [is] like a flock of goats that move down from the mountains of Gilead.

Your teeth [are] like a flock of shorn ewes that came up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.

Your lips [are] like a thread of crimson, and your mouth [is] lovely. Your temple [is] like pomegranate from behind your veil.

Your neck [is] like the tower of David, built in courses; a thousand {ornaments} are hung on it, all the shields of the warriors.

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

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride! Come with me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dwelling places of the lions, from the mountains of leopard.

Your lips drip nectar, [my] bride; honey and milk [are] under your lips; the scent of your garments [is] like the scent of Lebanon.

His eyes [are] like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, {set like mounted jewels}.

His cheeks [are] like beds of spice, a tower of fragrances; his lips [are] lilies dripping liquid myrrh.

His legs [are] columns of alabaster, set on bases of gold; his appearance [is] like Lebanon, choice as {its cedars}.

Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair [is] like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.

Your teeth [are] like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.

Your cheeks {behind} your veil [are] like halves of a pomegranate.

"Who [is] this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, {bright as the sun}, {overwhelming as an army with banners}?"

I went down to the orchard of the walnut trees to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see [whether] the vine have sprouted, [whether] the pomegranates have blossomed.

Turn, turn, O Shulammite! Turn, turn so that we may look upon you! Why do you look upon the Shulammite as [at] a dance of the two armies?

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O royal princess! The curves of your {thighs} [are] like {jewels}, the work of the hands of a craftsman.

Your navel [is] {a round wine-mixing bowl} that does not lack mixed wine! Your belly [is] a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.

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

Your neck [is] like a tower of ivory; your eyes [are] pools in Heshbon at the gate of Beth Rabbim. Your nose [is] like the tower of Lebanon {looking out over Damascus}.

{Your head crowns you like Carmel}; the flowing locks of your head [are] like {purple tapestry}; a king is held captive in the tresses!

{Your stature} [is] like the palm tree, and your breasts [are] like clusters.

I say, "I will climb up the palm tree; I will lay hold of its fruit clusters." Let your breasts [be pleasing] like clusters of the vine and the scent of your breath like the apples.

Your palate [is] like the best wine that goes down for my beloved, smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.

I [was] a wall, and my breasts [were] like the towers, {so [my betrothed] viewed me with great delight}.

Flee, my beloved! {Be like a gazelle} or {a young stag} upon {the perfumed mountains}!