1 Behold, thou
art fair, my love; behold, thou
art fair; thou
hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair
is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
* 2 Thy teeth
are like a flock
of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none
is barren among them.
3 Thy lips
are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech
is comely: thy temples
are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
4 Thy neck
is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts
are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
† 7 Thou
art all fair, my love;
there is no spot in thee.
8 ¶ Come with me from Lebanon,
my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister,
my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
‡ 10 How fair is thy love, my sister,
my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
11 Thy lips, O
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.
12 A garden inclosed
is my sister,
my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
§** 13 Thy plants
are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
†† 14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
