[1] How beautiful you are, my love! How your eyes shine with love behind your veil. Your hair dances like a flock of goats bounding down the hills of Gilead. [2] Your teeth are as white as sheep that have just been shorn and washed. Not one of them is missing; they are all perfectly matched. [3] Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; how lovely they are when you speak. Your cheeks glow behind your veil. [4] Your neck is like the tower of David, round and smooth, with a necklace like a thousand shields hung around it. [5] Your breasts are like gazelles, twin deer feeding among lilies. [6] I will stay on the hill of myrrh, the hill of incense, until the morning breezes blow and the darkness disappears. [7] How beautiful you are, my love; how perfect you are! [8] Come with me from the Lebanon Mountains, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Come down from the top of Mount Amana, from Mount Senir and Mount Hermon, where the lions and leopards live. [9] The look in your eyes, my sweetheart and bride, and the necklace you are wearing have stolen my heart. [10] Your love delights me, my sweetheart and bride. Your love is better than wine; your perfume more fragrant than any spice. [11] The taste of honey is on your lips, my darling; your tongue is milk and honey for me. Your clothing has all the fragrance of Lebanon. [12] My sweetheart, my bride, is a secret garden, a walled garden, a private spring; [13] there the plants flourish. They grow like an orchard of pomegranate trees and bear the finest fruits. There is no lack of henna and nard, [14] of saffron, calamus, and cinnamon, or incense of every kind. Myrrh and aloes grow there with all the most fragrant perfumes. [15] Fountains water the garden, streams of flowing water, brooks gushing down from the Lebanon Mountains. [16] Wake up, North Wind. South Wind, blow on my garden; fill the air with fragrance. Let my lover come to his garden and eat the best of its fruits.
