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 the hills of Gilead.
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
not one of them is alone.
your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
are like the halves of a pomegranate.
built with courses of stonea;
on it hang a thousand shields,
all of them shields of warriors.
like twin fawns of a gazelle
that browse among the lilies.
and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of incense.
there is no flaw in you.
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 leopards.
you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume
more than any spice!
milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
with choice fruits,
with henna and nard,
calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of incense tree,
with myrrh and aloes
and all the finest spices.
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 everywhere.
Let my beloved come into his garden
and taste its choice fruits.