Behold, you [are] fair, my love! Behold, you [are] fair! You [have] dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair [is] like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead.
Come with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
Your lips, O [my] spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk [are] under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments [Is] like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Awake, O north [wind,] And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, [That] its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits. THE BELOVED