Lo, thou art fair, my friend, lo, thou art
fair, Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the
goats That have shone from mount Gilead,
Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from
the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among
As a thread of scarlet are thy lips, And thy speech is
comely, As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil,
As the tower of David is thy neck, built for an
armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe,
that are feeding among lilies.
Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled
away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of
Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is
not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the
mountains of leopards.
Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me
with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How
much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes
than all spices.
Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk are
under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments Is as the fragrance
A garden shut up is my sister-spouse, A spring shut
up -- a fountain sealed.
Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to
breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat
its pleasant fruits!