1 B ehold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove’s eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

2 Y our teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them.

Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

3 Y our lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate.

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

4 Y our neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.

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

5 Y our two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

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

6 U ntil the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

7 Y ou are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you.

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot 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 Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

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

9 Y ou have ravished my heart, My sister, my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace.

You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

10 H ow fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices!

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

11 Y our lips, O my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed.

A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

13 Y our plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard,

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, 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 every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon. The Shulamite

a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

16 A wake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.

Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.