9 I compare you, vmy love,
to wa mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 xYour cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
your neck with strings of jewels.
12 While ythe king was on his couch,
my znard gave forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of amyrrh
that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of bhenna blossoms
in the vineyards of cEngedi.
behold, you are beautiful;
your geyes are doves.
Our couch is green;
9 My beloved is like za gazelle
or a young stag.
Behold, there he stands
behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
looking through the lattice.
in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me jhear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is klovely.
Solomon Admires His Bride’s Beauty
4 Behold, myou are beautiful, my love,
behold, you are beautiful!
nYour eyes are doves
obehind your veil.
pYour hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down qthe slopes of Gilead.
2 Your rteeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
and not one among them has lost its young.
3 Your lips are like sa scarlet thread,
and your mouth is tlovely.
Your ucheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
obehind your veil.
4 Your vneck is like the tower of David,
on it xhang a thousand shields,
all of ythem shields of warriors.
twins of a gazelle,
that bgraze among the lilies.
6 cUntil the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
I will go away to the mountain of dmyrrh
and the hill of dfrankincense.
7 eYou are altogether beautiful, my love;
there is no fflaw in you.
come with me from hLebanon.
Depart2 from the peak of Amana,
from the dens of lions,
from the mountains of leopards.
9 You have captivated my heart, my lsister, my bride;
you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one mjewel of your necklace.
10 How beautiful is your love, my lsister, my bride!
How much nbetter is your love than wine,
and othe fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11 Your plips drip nectar, my bride;
qhoney and milk are under your tongue;
12 A garden locked is my lsister, my bride,
13 Your shoots are uan orchard of pomegranates
with all vchoicest fruits,
with all trees of zfrankincense,
with all ychoice spices—
15 a garden fountain, a well of cliving water,
and flowing streams from hLebanon.
The Bride Praises Her Beloved
10 My beloved is radiant and druddy,
edistinguished among ten thousand.
11 His head is the finest gold;
fhis locks are wavy,
black as a raven.
12 His geyes are like doves
beside streams of water,
bathed in milk,
sitting beside a full pool.1
mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
His lips are klilies,
dripping uliquid myrrh.
14 His arms are rods of gold,
set with ljewels.
His body is polished ivory,2
15 His legs are alabaster columns,
set on bases of gold.
His appearance is like oLebanon,
choice as the cedars.
and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O adaughters of Jerusalem.
5 Turn away your eyes from me,
for they overwhelm me—
aYour hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
6 bYour teeth are like a flock of ewes
that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins;
not one among them has lost its young.
7 cYour cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
and fvirgins without number.
the only one of her mother,
pure to iher who bore her.
jThe young women saw her and called her blessed;
10 k“Who is this who looks down like the dawn,
beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun,
lawesome as an army with banners?”
7 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O tnoble daughter!
Your rounded thighs are like ujewels,
the work of va master hand.
2 Your navel is a rounded bowl
that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
encircled with wlilies.
3 xYour two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
4 Your yneck is like an ivory tower.
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of bLebanon,
which looks toward cDamascus.
5 Your head crowns you like eCarmel,
and your fflowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses.
O loved one, with all your delights!1
7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
8 I say I will climb the palm tree
and lay hold of its fruit.
Oh may your breasts be like iclusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,
It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
gliding over lips and teeth.3