Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your mouth is beautiful. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with layers of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle That graze among the lilies.
Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.
'You are altogether beautiful, my darling, And there is no blemish on you.
with me from Lebanon, my
bride, You shall come with me from Lebanon. You shall come down from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
You have enchanted my heart, my sister, my
bride; You have enchanted my heart with a single glance
of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace.