My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.

Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.

Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.