Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;

2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,

3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns

6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,

7 Thou art all fair, my love;

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!

11 Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb:

12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;

13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;

14 Spikenard and saffron,

15 Thou art a fountain of gardens,

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;