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.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my
bride! How much sweeter is your love than wine, And the fragrance of your oils Than that of
all kinds of
Your lips drip honey, my
bride; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
A locked garden is my sister, my
bride, A locked spring, a sealed fountain.
Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates With delicious fruits, henna with nard plants,
Nard and saffron, spice reed and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh, and aloes, along with all the finest balsam oils.