¹⁵ See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.

¹ 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.

¹² His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.

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

¹⁰ My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹⁷ That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to you a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him;

¹⁸ And that having the eyes of your heart full of light, you may have knowledge of what is the hope of his purpose, what is the wealth of the glory of his heritage in the saints,

² For I have a very great care for you: because you have been married by me to one husband, and it is my desire to give you completely holy to Christ.

³ But I have a fear, that in some way, as Eve was tricked by the deceit of the snake, your minds may be turned away from their simple and holy love for Christ.

¹⁴ But you say, For what reason? Because the Lord has been a witness between you and the wife of your early years, to whom you have been untrue, though she is your friend and the wife to whom you have given your word.

⁶ How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

⁸ If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.

² I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

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

¹³ The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

⁴ You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.