1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.4 Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.7 You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.9 You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!10 How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!11 Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.12 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.

1 [ Sponsus Quam pulchra es, amica mea ! quam pulchra es !Oculi tui columbarum,absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.Capilli tui sicut greges caprarumqu ascenderunt de monte Galaad.2 Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarumqu ascenderunt de lavacro ;omnes gemellis ftibus,et sterilis non est inter eas.3 Sicut vitta coccinea labia tua,et eloquium tuum dulce.Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita gen tu,absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.4 Sicut turris David collum tuum,qu dificata est cum propugnaculis ;mille clypei pendant ex ea,omnis armatura fortium.5 Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli,capre gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis.6 Donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbr,vadam ad montem myrrh, et ad collem thuris.7 Tota pulchra es, amica mea,et macula non est in te.8 Veni de Libano, sponsa mea :veni de Libano, veni, coronaberis :de capite Amana, de vertice Sanir et Hermon,de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.9 Vulnerasti cor meum, soror mea, sponsa ;vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum,et in uno crine colli tui.10 Quam pulchr sunt mamm tu, soror mea sponsa !pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino,et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.11 Favus distillans labia tua, sponsa ;mel et lac sub lingua tua :et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.12 Hortus conclusus soror mea, sponsa,hortus conclusus, fons signatus.13 Emissiones tu paradisus malorum punicorum,cum pomorum fructibus, cypri cum nardo.14 Nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum,cum universis lignis Libani ;myrrha et alo, cum omnibus primis unguentis.15 Fons hortorum, puteus aquarum viventium,qu fluunt impetu de Libano.16 Sponsa Surge, aquilo, et veni, auster :perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius.]