1 B ehold, 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.

How fair you are, my love, how very fair! Your eyes behind your veil of those of a dove; your hair of a flock of goats which one sees trailing down Mount Gilead.

2 T hy 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.

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes which have come up from the washing, of which all are in pairs, and none is missing among them.

3 T hy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.

4 T hy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.

5 T hy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

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

6 U ntil the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, I will get to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

7 T hou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

O my love, how beautiful you are! There is no flaw in you!

8 C ome 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.

Come away with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the top of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 T hou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

You have ravished my heart and given me courage, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart and given me courage with one look from your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

10 H ow 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!

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

11 T hy 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.

Your lips, O my bride, drop honey as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the odor of your garments is like the odor of Lebanon.

12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

A garden enclosed and barred is my sister, my bride—a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 T hy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates or a paradise with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

14 s pikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

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.

You are a fountain in a garden, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 A wake, 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.

Oh, I pray that the north wind and the south wind may blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.