ASV(i)
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.
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.