1 Como és formosa, querida minha,
como és formosa!
Os teus olhos são como os das pombas
e brilham através do teu véu.
Os teus cabelos são como o rebanho de cabras
que descem ondeantes do monte de Gileade.
2 São os teus dentes como o rebanho das ovelhas recém-tosquiadas,
que sobem do lavadouro,
e das quais todas produzem gêmeos,
e nenhuma delas há sem crias.
3 Os teus lábios são como um fio de escarlata,
e tua boca é formosa;
as tuas faces, como romã partida,
brilham através do véu.
4 O teu pescoço é como a torre de Davi,
edificada para arsenal;
mil escudos pendem dela,
todos broquéis de soldados valorosos.
5 Os teus dois seios são como duas crias,
gêmeas de uma gazela,
que se apascentam entre os lírios.
6 Antes que refresque o dia,
e fujam as sombras,
irei ao monte da mirra
e ao outeiro do incenso.
7 Tu és toda formosa, querida minha,
e em ti não há defeito.
8 Vem comigo do Líbano, noiva minha,
vem comigo do Líbano;
olha do cimo do Amana,
do cimo do Senir e do Hermom,
dos covis dos leões,
dos montes dos leopardos.
9 Arrebataste-me o coração, minha irmã, noiva minha;
arrebataste-me o coração com um só dos teus olhares,
com uma só pérola do teu colar.
10 Que belo é o teu amor, ó minha irmã, noiva minha!
Quanto melhor é o teu amor do que o vinho,
e o aroma dos teus unguentos do que toda sorte de especiarias!
11 Os teus lábios, noiva minha, destilam mel.
Mel e leite se acham debaixo da tua língua,
e a fragrância dos teus vestidos é como a do Líbano.
12 Jardim fechado és tu, minha irmã, noiva minha,
manancial recluso, fonte selada.
13 Os teus renovos são um pomar de romãs,
com frutos excelentes: a hena e o nardo;
14 o nardo e o açafrão, o cálamo e o cinamomo,
com toda a sorte de árvores de incenso,
a mirra e o aloés,
com todas as principais especiarias.
15 És fonte dos jardins, poço das águas vivas,
torrentes que correm do Líbano!
16 Levanta-te, vento norte,
e vem tu, vento sul;
assopra no meu jardim,
para que se derramem os seus aromas.
Ah! Venha o meu amado para o seu jardim
e coma os seus frutos excelentes!
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,
Which are come up from the washing,
Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy veil.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All the shields of the mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a roe,
Which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day be cool, 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;
And there is no spot in thee.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
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.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
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 bride!
How much better is thy love than wine!
And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
11 Thy lips, O my bride, 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 shut up is my sister, my bride;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;
Henna with spikenard plants,
14 Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 Thou art a fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;
Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden,
And eat his precious fruits.
1 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from the hills of Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with courses of stone "; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions' dens and the mountain haunts of leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!
11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard,
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.
15 You are "a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.