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.