Behold, 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
.
Thy 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.
Thy lips are like a thread
of scarlet
, and thy speech
is comely
: thy temples
are like a piece
of a pomegranate
within
thy locks
.
Thy neck is like the tower
of David
builded
for an armoury
, whereon there hang
a thousand
bucklers
, all shields
of mighty men
.
Thy two breasts
are like two
young
roes
that are twins
, which feed
among the lilies
.
Until the day break
, and the shadows
flee away
, I will get
me to the mountain
of myrrh
, and to the hill
of frankincense
.
Thou art all fair, my love
; there is no spot
in thee.
Come 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
.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister
, my spouse
; thou hast ravished my heart
with one
of thine eyes
, with one
chain
of thy neck
.
How 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
!
Thy 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
.
A garden inclosed
is my sister
, my spouse
; a spring
shut up
, a fountain
sealed
.
Thy plants are an orchard
of pomegranates
, with pleasant
fruits
; camphire
, with spikenard
,
Spikenard and saffron
; calamus
and cinnamon
, with all trees
of frankincense
; myrrh
and aloes
, with all the chief
spices
:
A fountain of gardens
, a well
of living
waters
, and streams
from Lebanon
.
Awake, 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
.