You are beautiful, my love, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves from behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats cascading down Mount Gil'ad.

Your teeth are like a flock of freshly shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them matched, and none is barren among them.

Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a slice of pomegranate from behind your veil.

Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, where a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies.

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. Come with me, my love.

You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Look from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Ḥermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

You have captivated me, my sister, my bride; you have captivated me with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices!

Your lips drip honey, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride, a locked garden, a sealed spring.

Your shoots are a paradise of pomegranates with choice fruits, henna with nard.

Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, and streams flowing from Lebanon.

Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, let its fragrance flow. Let my love come to his garden and eat its choice fruit.