The Bridegroom Praises the Bride
41 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.
51 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.
The Distress of Separation
2 I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night. 3 I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean? 4 My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him. 5 I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door. 6 I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer. 7 The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. 8 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
The Bride Praises the Bridegroom
9 What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us? 10 My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand. 11 His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed. 13 His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. 14 His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires. 15 His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree. 16 His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.