1Behold , thou art fair , my love ; behold , thou art fair ; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil . Thy hair is as a flock of goats , That lie along the side of mount Gilead . 2Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn , Which are come up from the washing , Whereof every one hath twins , And none is bereaved among them . 3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet , And thy mouth is comely . Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil . 4Thy neck is like the tower of David Builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers , All the shields of the mighty men . 5Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies . 6Until the day be cool , and the shadows flee away , I will get me to the mountain of myrrh , And to the hill of frankincense . 7Thou art all fair , my love ; And there is no spot in thee.
The Invitation to Intimacy
8Come with me from Lebanon , my bride , With me from Lebanon : Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon , From the lions’ dens , From the mountains of the leopards . 9Thou hast ravished my heart , my sister, my bride ; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes , With one chain of thy neck . 10How fair is thy love , my sister, my bride ! How much better is thy love than wine ! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices ! 11Thy lips , O my bride , drop as the honeycomb : Honey and milk are under thy tongue ; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon . 12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride ; A spring shut up , a fountain sealed . 13Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates , with precious fruits ; Henna with spikenard plants , 14Spikenard and saffron , Calamus and cinnamon , with all trees of frankincense ; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices . 15Thou art a fountain of gardens , A well of living waters , And flowing streams from Lebanon .
The Celebration of Love
16Awake , 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 precious fruits .