1 Behold, you are beautiful, my companion {rayati: beloved friend}; behold, you are beautiful—your eyes are doves from behind your veil {tsammateikh: delicate covering}; your hair is like a flock of goats that descend from Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep {katzuvot: trimmed after shearing} that have come up from the washing; all of them are paired {mat’imot: bearing twins}, and not one is barren among them.
3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is lovely {midbareikh: expression and discourse}; your temples are like a slice of pomegranate from within your veil {tsamateikh: head covering}.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built for turrets {talpiyyot: lookout towers}, on which a thousand shields are hung, all the shields of the mighty men {gibborim: elite warriors}.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle {tzeviyah: graceful and delicate}, feeding among the lilies {shoshanim: fragrant blossoms}.
6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go for myself to the mountain of myrrh {mor: fragrant resin} and to the hill of frankincense {levonah: aromatic incense}.
7 You are all beautiful {kullakh: entirety}, my companion, and there is no blemish {umum: defect} in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride {kallah: covenant partner}; come with me from Lebanon. Look from the summit of Amana {Amana: Lebanon’s northern summit}, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
9 You have captivated my heart {libbabteni: deeply stirred affection}, my sister, my bride {kallah: nuptial partner}; you have captivated my heart with one of your eyes, with one necklace from your neck.
10 How beautiful are your loves {dodim: affectionate expressions of love}, my sister, my bride! How much better are your loves than wine, and the scent of your oils {shemen: fragrant anointing oil} than all spices!
11 Your lips, O bride, drip {tittofna: ongoing flow} honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon {levanon: mountain forests}.
12 A locked {na’ul: kept exclusive} garden is my sister, bride {kallāh: beloved partner}; a locked spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Your shoots are an orchard {pardes: cultivated grove} of pomegranates with precious {megadim: choice fruits}; henna plants with nard.
14 Nard and saffron, cane and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense {levonah: incense resin}; myrrh and aloes, with all the principal spices {besamim: fragrant aromatics}.
15 A spring of gardens, a well of living water {mayim khayyim: fresh, life-giving}, and streams {nozlim: flowing channels} from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind; blow upon my garden {ganni: enclosed refuge}, let its spices flow. Let my beloved {dodi: intimate lover} come to his garden and eat its choice fruits.