2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep coming out of the pool, of which each has a pair of lambs, and there is no barren one among them.

3 Thy lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and thy lips are sweet; like the halves of a pomegranate apple, your cheeks under your curls;

4 Thy neck is like the pillar of David, built for arms, a thousand shields hanging upon it, all the shields of the mighty;

5 Your two breasts are like twins of a young chamois, grazing among the lilies.

6 As long as the day breathes coolness, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of incense.

7 You are all beautiful, my beloved, and there is no stain on you!

8 With me from Lebanon, bride! Come with me from Lebanon! hasten from the summit of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards!

9 Thou hast captivated my heart, my sister, my bride! Thou hast captivated my heart with one glance of thy eyes, with one necklace around thy neck.

10 Oh, how gracious are thy caresses, my sister, my bride! Oh, how much your caresses are better than wine, and the fragrance of your oils is better than all aromas!

11 Honeycomb drips from thy mouth, O bride; honey and milk under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon!

12 The locked garden is my sister, my bride, the well shut up, the sealed fountain:

13 Thy nurseries are a garden with pomegranate apples, with excellent fruits, keepers with spikenard,

14 Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of fragrant trees, myrrh and scarlet with all the best fragrances;

15 The garden spring is a well of living waters and streams from Lebanon.