3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;your mouth is lovely.Your temples behind your veilare like the halves of a pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David,built with courses of stone;on it hang a thousand shields,all of them shields of warriors.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns,like twin fawns of a gazellethat browse among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaksand the shadows flee,I will go to the mountain of myrrhand to the hill of incense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling;there is no flaw in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,come with me from Lebanon.Descend from the crest of Amana,from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,from the lions’ densand the mountain haunts of leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;you have stolen my heartwith one glance of your eyes,with one jewel of your necklace.