" 1\, 2How beautiful
ayou are, my darling
, 2How
beautiful
you are! Your beyes
are like doves
cbehind
your veil
; Your dhair
is like a flock
of goats
That have descended
from Mount
eGilead
.
"Your ateeth are like a flock
of newly shorn
ewes Which
have come
up from their washing
, All
of which
bear
twins
, And not one
among them has 1lost
her young
.
"Your lips are like a ascarlet
thread
, And your bmouth
is lovely
. Your ctemples
are like a slice
of a pomegranate
Behind
your veil
.
"Your aneck is like the tower
of David
, Built
1with rows
of stones
On which are bhung
a thousand
shields
, All
the round cshields
of the mighty
men
.
"Your atwo breasts
are like two
fawns
, Twins
of a gazelle
Which bfeed
among the lilies
.
" aUntil 1the cool
of the day
When the shadows
flee
away, I will go
my way
to the mountain
of bmyrrh
And to the hill
of bfrankincense
.
" aYou are altogether beautiful
, my darling
, And there
is no
blemish
in you.
"Come with me from aLebanon, my bbride
, May you come
with me from Lebanon
. 1Journey
down
from the summit
of cAmana
, From the summit
of dSenir
and Hermon
, From the dens
of lions
, From the mountains
of leopards
.
"You have made my heart beat
faster
, amy sister
, my bride
; You have made my heart
beat
faster
with a single
glance of your eyes
, With a single
strand
of your bnecklace
.
" aHow beautiful
is your love
, my sister
, my bride
! How
much bbetter
is your love
than
wine
, And the cfragrance
of your oils
Than
all
kinds of 1spices
!
"Your lips, my bride
, adrip
bhoney
; Honey
and milk
are under
your tongue
, And the fragrance
of your garments
is like the cfragrance
of Lebanon
.
"A garden locked
is my sister
, my bride
, A 1rock
garden
locked
, a aspring
bsealed
up.
"Your shoots are an 1 aorchard
of bpomegranates
With cchoice
fruits
, dhenna
with nard
plants
,
aNard and saffron
, calamus
and bcinnamon
, With all
the trees
of cfrankincense
, dMyrrh
and aloes
, along
with all
the finest
1spices
.
"You are a garden spring
, A well
of 1 afresh
water
, And streams
flowing from Lebanon
."
" 1Awake, O north
wind, And come
, wind of the south
; Make my agarden
breathe
out fragrance, Let its 2spices
3be wafted
abroad. May bmy beloved
come
into his garden
And eat
its cchoice
fruits
!"