4 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.

⁵ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day dawn, 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; And there is no spot in thee.

⁸ [Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon,—Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir 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 fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!

¹¹ Thy lips, [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 enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³ Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

¹⁵ A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.

¹⁶ Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.

5 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!

² I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

³ —I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them?—

⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.

⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.

⁶ I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷ The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸ I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, … What will ye tell him?—That I am sick of love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹ His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;

¹² His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;

¹³ His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

¹⁴ His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;

¹⁵ His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;

¹⁶ His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.