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Behind your veil, your eyes are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down the slopes of Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep newly shorn,
coming up from washing.
Each of them has its twin;
not one among them is missing.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
built in courses.
On them hang a thousand bucklers,
all of them the shields of warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
like twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling;
there is no blemish in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the peak of Amana,
from the summit of Senir and Hermon,
from the dens of the lions
and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride!
You have captured my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!
11 Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride;
honey and milk are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up;
a locked garden and a sealed spring.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
with choice fruits,
with henna and nard,
14 nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of tree
of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
with all the finest spices.
15 You are a garden fountain,
a well of flowing water
streaming down from Lebanon.
16 Awaken, O north wind,
and come forth, south wind!
Blow on my garden,
and spread the fragrance of its spices.
Let my lover come into his garden
and taste its choicest fruits.