2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that came up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.
3 Your lips are like a thread of crimson, and your mouth is lovely. Your temple is like pomegranate from behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built in courses; a thousand ornaments are hung on it, all the shields of the warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of the myrrh, to the hill of the frankincense.
7 You are completely beautiful, my beloved! You are flawless!
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride! Come with me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dwelling places of the lions, from the mountains of leopard.