^{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} 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,

^{2 Ref} Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

^{3 Ref} As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil,

^{4 Ref} As the tower of David `is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

^{5 Ref} Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

^{6 Ref} Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

^{7 Ref} Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

^{8 Ref} Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

^{9 Ref} Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

^{10 Ref} How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

^{11 Ref} Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.

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

^{13 Ref} Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

^{14 Ref} Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

^{15 Ref} A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

^{16 Ref} Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!