1Behold, youⁱ [are] fair, my love; behold, youⁱ [are] fair; youⁱ [have] doves' eyes within youⁱ locks: youⁱ hair [is] as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gil’ad [Rocky Region].

2You1s 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.

3You1s lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and youⁱ speech [is] comely (attractive; proper (one’s own; peculiar; particular); becoming): youⁱ temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within youⁱ locks.

4You1s neck [is] like the tower of David [beloved] built for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

5You1s two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

6Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7youⁱ [are] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in youⁱ.

8Come with me from L’vanon [Whiteness], [my] spouse, with me from L’vanon [Whiteness]: look from the top of Amana, from the top of S’nir [Snow Mountain] and Hermon [A Sanctuary], from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9youⁱ have ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; youⁱ have ravished my heart with one of youⁱ eyes, with one chain of youⁱ neck.

10How fair is youⁱ love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is youⁱ love than wine! and the smell of youⁱ ointments than all spices!

11You1s lips, O [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb: honey and milk [are] under youⁱ tongue; and the smell of youⁱ garments [is] like the smell of L’vanon [Whiteness].

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

13Your1s plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna flowers, with spikenard,

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

15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from L’vanon [Whiteness].

16Awake, O north wind; and come, youⁱ south; blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.