^{1 Ref} Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are `as' doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

^{2 Ref} Thy teeth are like a flock `of ewes' that are `newly' shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

^{3 Ref} Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

^{4 Ref} Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

^{5 Ref} Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

^{6 Ref} Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

^{7 Ref} Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

^{8 Ref} Come with me from Lebanon, `my' bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

^{9 Ref} Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, `my' bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

^{10 Ref} How fair is thy love, my sister, `my' bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

^{11 Ref} Thy lips, O `my' bride, drop `as' the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

^{12 Ref} A garden shut up is my sister, `my' bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

^{13 Ref} Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,

^{14 Ref} Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

^{15 Ref} `Thou art' a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

^{16 Ref} Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

^{1 Ref} See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

^{2 Ref} 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.

^{3 Ref} 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.

^{4 Ref} 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.

^{5 Ref} Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

^{6 Ref} Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

^{7 Ref} You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

^{8 Ref} Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

^{9 Ref} You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

^{10 Ref} How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

^{11 Ref} Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

^{12 Ref} A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.

^{13 Ref} The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,

^{14 Ref} Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

^{15 Ref} You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.

^{16 Ref} Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.