1Yo, you lookin' hella fine, my love; for real, you got those dove eyes in your hair: your hair’s like a squad of goats chillin' on Mount Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a fresh squad of sheep, all clean and shiny; every one got twins, and none are left out.

3Your lips are like a dope red thread, and your words are on point: your temples are like a juicy pomegranate chillin' in your hair.

4Your neck is like David's tower, built for armor, with a thousand shields hangin’ there, all lit.

5Your two breasts are like two young deer, twins just vibin' among the lilies.

6Until the day breaks and the shadows dip, I’m heading to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

7You’re all fine, my love; no cap, there’s no flaw in you.

8Roll with me from Lebanon, my spouse, from Lebanon: peep from the top of Amana, Shenir, and Hermon, from the lion's dens, and the leopard mountains.

9You’ve stolen my heart, my sister, my spouse; you’ve got me with just one look and that chain on your neck.

10How fine is your love, my sister, my spouse! Your love is way better than wine! And your scents are more fire than all the spices!

11Your lips, my spouse, drip like honeycomb: honey and milk chill under your tongue; and your clothes smell like Lebanon.

12A locked garden is my sister, my spouse; a sealed spring, a fountain kept tight.

13Your plants are like an orchard of pomegranates, with sweet fruits; camphire and spikenard,

14Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the frankincense trees; myrrh and aloes, with all the top spices:

15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

16Wake up, north wind; and come, south wind; blow on my garden, so the spices can flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and enjoy the sweet fruits.

1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

2Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

4Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

5Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

6Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

10How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

14Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

16Awake, 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 pleasant fruits.