41 "How beautiful you are, my darling , How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind e your veil ; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead . 2 "Your teeth 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 lost her young . 3 "Your lips are like a scarlet thread , And your mouth is lovely . Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind e your veil . 4 "Your neck is like the tower of David , Built with rows of stones On which are hung a thousand shields , All the round shields of the mighty men . 5 "Your two breasts are like two fawns , Twins of a gazelle Which feed among the lilies . 6 " Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense . 7 " You are altogether beautiful , my darling , And there is no blemish in you.
8 "Come with me from Lebanon , my bride , May you come with me from Lebanon . Journey down from the summit of Amana , From the summit of Senir and Hermon , From the dens of lions , From the mountains of leopards . 9 "You have made my heart beat faster , my sister , my bride ; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes , With a single strand of your necklace . 10 " How beautiful is your love , my sister , my bride ! How much better is your love than wine , And the fragrance of your oils Than all kinds of spices ! 11 "Your lips , my bride , drip honey ; Honey and milk are under your tongue , And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon . 12 "A garden locked is my sister , my bride , A rock garden locked , a spring sealed up. 13 "Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates With choice fruits e , henna with nard plants , 14 Nard and saffron , calamus and cinnamon , With all the trees of frankincense , Myrrh and aloes , along with all the finest spices .
15 "You are a garden spring , A well of fresh water , And streams flowing from Lebanon ." 16 "Awake , O north wind, And come , wind of the south ; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits !"
