1 L o, thou fair, my friend, lo, thou fair, Thine eyes doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

Behold, 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.

2 T hy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

Your 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.

3 A s a thread of scarlet thy lips, And thy speech comely, As the work of the pomegranate thy temple behind thy veil,

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

4 A s the tower of David thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

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

5 T hy two breasts as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

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

6 T ill the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

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

7 T hou all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you.

8 C ome from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

Come 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.

9 T hou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

You 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.

10 H ow wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

How 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!

11 T hy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments as the fragrance of Lebanon.

Your 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.

12 A garden shut up my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

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

13 T hy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard,

14 C ypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices—

15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

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

16 A wake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

Awake, 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.