4 How beautiful you are, my love!
How your eyes shine with love behind your veil.
Your hair dances like a flock of goats
    bounding down the hills of Gilead.
² Your teeth are as white as sheep
    that have just been shorn and washed.
Not one of them is missing;
    they are all perfectly matched.
³ Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
    how lovely they are when you speak.
Your cheeks glow behind your veil.
⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David,
    round and smooth,^[a]
    with a necklace like a thousand shields hung around it.
⁵ Your breasts are like gazelles,
    twin deer feeding among lilies.
⁶ I will stay on the hill of myrrh,
    the hill of incense,
    until the morning breezes blow
    and the darkness disappears.
⁷ How beautiful you are, my love;
    how perfect you are!

⁸ Come with me from the Lebanon Mountains, my bride;
    come with me from Lebanon.
Come down from the top of Mount Amana,
    from Mount Senir and Mount Hermon,
    where the lions and leopards live.
⁹ The look in your eyes, my sweetheart and bride,
    and the necklace you are wearing
    have stolen my heart.
¹⁰ Your love delights me,
    my sweetheart and bride.
Your love is better than wine;
    your perfume more fragrant than any spice.
¹¹ The taste of honey is on your lips, my darling;
    your tongue is milk and honey for me.
Your clothing has all the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹² My sweetheart, my bride, is a secret garden,
    a walled garden, a private spring;
¹³     there the plants flourish.
They grow like an orchard of pomegranate trees
    and bear the finest fruits.
There is no lack of henna and nard,
¹⁴     of saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,
    or incense of every kind.
Myrrh and aloes grow there
    with all the most fragrant perfumes.
¹⁵ Fountains water the garden,
    streams of flowing water,
    brooks gushing down from the Lebanon Mountains.