Song of Solomon

¹ How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.

² coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.

³ your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.

⁴ built with elegance; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.

⁵ like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.

⁶ and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense.

⁷ there is no flaw in you.

⁸ come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.

⁹ you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

¹⁰ How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!

¹¹ milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.

¹² you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.

¹³ with choice fruits, with henna and nard,

¹⁴ calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.

¹⁵ a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.

¹⁶ Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.