⁶ How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

¹⁵ Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

¹⁶ Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green,

¹⁰ 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 And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he `is' thy lord -- bow thyself to him,

¹⁴ My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.

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

¹⁰ I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.

⁴ It is not said of thee any more, `Forsaken!' And of thy land it is not said any more, `Desolate,' For to thee is cried, `My delight `is' in her,' And to thy land, `Married,' For Jehovah hath delighted in thee, And thy land is married.

⁵ For a young man doth marry a virgin, Thy Builders do marry thee, With the joy of a bridegroom over a bride, Rejoice over thee doth thy God.

¹⁷ Jehovah thy God `is' in thy midst, A mighty one doth save, He rejoiceth over thee with joy, He doth work in His love, He joyeth over thee with singing.'