Lo, thou art fair, my friend, Lo, thou art fair, thine eyes are doves!

Lo, thou art fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch is green,

Lo, thou art fair, my friend, lo, thou art fair, Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

Fair art thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.