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 beautiful you are, my love! How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your face-covering. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from 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 sheep that have just had their wool cut and have come up from their washing. All have given birth to two lambs, and not one among them has lost her young.

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 bright red string. Your mouth is beautiful. The sides of your face are like a piece of a pomegranate under your covering.

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 with beauty. On it hang a thousand battle-coverings, the coverings of men of war.

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

Your two breasts are like two young deer, the two young ones of a gazelle, that eat 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 morning comes and the shadows hurry away, I will go to the mountain of perfume plants, to the hill of special perfume.

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

“You are all beautiful, my love. You are perfect.

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 with me from Lebanon, my bride. May you come with me from Lebanon. Travel down from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the homes of lions, from the mountain homes of 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 made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride. You have made my heart beat faster with one look from your eyes, with one piece of the beautiful chain around your neck.

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 sweet smell of your oils than all kinds of 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.

Honey comes from your lips, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. And the sweet smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

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

A garden closed and locked is my sister, my bride, a garden shut up and covered over.

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

Your young branches are a garden of pomegranates with all the best fruits, henna with nard plants.

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

There is nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices.

15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

You are a garden well, a well of flowing water, and rivers coming from Lebanon.” The Woman

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.

“Wake up, O north wind! Come, south wind! Blow upon my garden so the sweet smells will spread far. May my loved one come into his garden and eat its best fruits.”