| 1 | The Beloved 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. |
| 2 | Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them. |
| 3 | Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate. |
| 4 | Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men. |
| 5 | Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. |
| 6 | Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense. |
| 7 | You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you. |
| 8 | 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. |
| 9 | You have ravished my heart, My sister, my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace. |
| 10 | How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices! |
| 11 | 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. |
| 12 | A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed. |
| 13 | Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard, |
| 14 | Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices-- |
| 15 | A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon. |
| 16 | The Shulamite 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. |