¹Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead. ²Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them. ³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil. ⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men. ⁵Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. ⁶Until the day dawn, 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.

⁸Come with me, from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon, —Come, look from the top of Amanah, 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 spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. ¹⁰How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices! ¹¹Thy lips, my spouse, 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 enclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. ¹³Thy shoots are a paradise 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:

¹⁵A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon. ¹⁶Awake, north wind, and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.

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