¹“How beautiful you are, my beloved,

How beautiful you are!

Your eyes are those of doves through your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

Which shine from Mount Gilead.

²Your teeth are like a flock

Which has been shorn,

Which has come up from the washing place,

Which are all paired

And among which none is bereft of young.

³Your lips are like a scarlet thread,

And your speech is delightful.

Your cheek is like the segment of a pomegranate

Through your veil.

⁴Your neck is like the Tower of David,

Built as an armoury.

A thousand bucklers hang from it

– All the shields of warriors.

⁵Your two breasts are like two deer fawn twins

Of the gazelle hind,

Grazing among the lilies.”

⁶“Before the day grows cool,

And the shadows flee,

I will betake myself

To the mountain of myrrh

And to the hill of frankincense.”

⁷“You are beautiful all over, my beloved,

And there is no blemish on you.

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

With me from Lebanon.

Look from the peak of Amana,

From the peak of Senir and Hermon,

From the dens of lions

And from the mountains of leopards.

⁹You have given me heart, my sister, my bride,

You have given me heart

With one of your eyes,

With one necklace of your necklace stack.

¹⁰How beautiful your love is, my sister, my bride!

How your love is better than wine,

And the fragrance of your oils than all the perfumes!

¹¹Your lips distil honey from the honeycomb, my bride.

Honey and milk are under your tongue,

And the fragrance of your clothes

Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹²My sister – my bride – is a locked garden,

A blocked spring, a sealed water-source.

¹³Your shoots are a park of pomegranates,

With exquisite fruit,

Henna flowers with spikenard plants,

¹⁴Spikenard and saffron,

Sweet cane and cinnamon,

With all kinds of frankincense trees,

Myrrh and aloes,

With all the prime sorts of perfumes,

¹⁵A source for gardens,

A well of living water,

And distillations from Lebanon.

¹⁶Awake, O North,

And come, O South,

Blow on my garden and let its perfumes distil.”

“Let my lover come to his garden,

And eat its exquisite fruit.”