¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love;
Behold, thou art fair;
Thou hast doves’ eyes
Within thy locks:
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That appear from mount Gilead.
² Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn,
Which came up from the washing;
Whereof every one bear twins,
And none is barren among them.
³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy speech is comely:
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Within thy locks.
⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David
Builded for an armoury,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All shields of mighty men.
⁵ Thy two breasts are like two young roes
That are twins,
Which feed among the lilies.
⁶ Until the day break,
And the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.
⁷ Thou art all fair, my love;
There is no spot in thee.
⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
With me from Lebanon:
Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Shenir and Hermon,
From the lions’ dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse;
Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.
¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!
How much better is thy love than wine!
And the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
¹¹ Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue;
And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
¹² A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
¹³ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates,
With pleasant fruits;
Camphire, with spikenard,
¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron;
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
¹⁵ A fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

¹⁶ 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 pleasant fruits.