Sg 4:1-9

1M^{a, b} How beautiful you are, my friend,

how beautiful you are!

Your eyes are doves

behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down Mount Gilead.^*

2Your teeth^* are like a flock of ewes to be shorn,

that come up from the washing,

All of them big with twins,

none of them barren.

3Like a scarlet strand, your lips,

and your mouth—lovely!

Like pomegranate^* halves, your cheeks

behind your veil.

4^c Like a tower of David, your neck,

built in courses,

A thousand shields hanging upon it,

all the armor of warriors.^*

5^d Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle

feeding among the lilies.

6^e Until the day grows cool

and the shadows flee,

I shall go to the mountain of myrrh,

to the hill of frankincense.^*

7You are beautiful in every way, my friend,

there is no flaw in you!^*

8With me from Lebanon, my bride!

With me from Lebanon, come!

Descend from the peak of Amana,

from the peak of Senir and Hermon,^*

From the lairs of lions,

from the leopards’ heights.

9^f You have ravished my heart, my sister,^* my bride;

you have ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes,

with one bead of your necklace.