[1] He Speaks: My darling, you are lovely, so very lovely- as you look through your veil, your eyes are those of a dove. Your hair tosses about as gracefully as goats coming down from Gilead. [2] Your teeth are whiter than sheep freshly washed; they match perfectly, not one is missing. [3] Your lips are crimson cords, your mouth is shapely; behind your veil are hidden beautiful rosy cheeks. [4] Your neck is more graceful than the tower of David, decorated with thousands of warriors' shields. [5] Your breasts are perfect; they are twin deer feeding among lilies. [6] I will hasten to those hills sprinkled with sweet perfume and stay there till sunrise. [7] My darling, you are lovely in every way. [8] My bride, together we will leave Lebanon! We will say good-by to the peaks of Mount Amana, Senir, and Hermon, where lions and leopards live in the caves. [9] My bride, my very own, you have stolen my heart! With one glance from your eyes and the glow of your necklace, you have stolen my heart. [10] Your love is sweeter than wine; the smell of your perfume is more fragrant than spices. [11] Your lips are a honeycomb; milk and honey flow from your tongue. Your dress has the aroma of cedar trees from Lebanon. [12] My bride, my very own, you are a garden, a fountain closed off to all others. [13] Your arms are vines, covered with delicious fruits and all sorts of spices- henna, nard, [14] saffron, calamus, cinnamon, frankincense, myrrh, and aloes -all the finest spices. [15] You are a spring in the garden, a fountain of pure water, and a refreshing stream from Mount Lebanon. [16] She Speaks: Let the north wind blow, the south wind too! Let them spread the aroma of my garden, so the one I love may enter and taste its delicious fruits.
