Dual Panel1Bridegroom How beautiful you are, my dearest, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil, your hair like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of ewes newly shorn, freshly come up from the dipping; all of them have twins, and none has lost a lamb.
3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely; your parted lips behind your veil are like a pomegranate cut open.
4Your neck is like David's tower, which is built with encircling courses; a thousand bucklers hang upon it, and all are warriors' shields.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6While the day is cool and the shadows are dispersing, I shall take myself to the mountains of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are beautiful, my dearest, beautiful without a flaw.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Hurry down from the summit of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' lairs, and the leopard-haunted hills.
9You have stolen my heart, my sister, you have stolen it, my bride, with just one of your eyes, one jewel of your necklace.
10How beautiful are your breasts, my sister and bride! Your love is more fragrant than wine, your perfumes sweeter than any spices.
11Your lips drop sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue, and your dress has the scent of Lebanon.
12My sister, my bride, is a garden close-locked, a garden close-locked, a fountain sealed.
13Your two cheeks are an orchard of pomegranates, an orchard full of choice fruits:
14spikenard and saffron, aromatic cane and cinnamon with every frankincense tree, myrrh and aloes with all the most exquisite spices.
15Bride The fountain in my garden is a spring of running water flowing down from Lebanon.
16Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow upon my garden to spread its spices abroad, that my beloved may come to his garden and enjoy the choice fruit.