^{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.