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.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!How much more pleasing is your love than wine,and the fragrance of your perfumemore than any spice!
11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;milk and honey are under your tongue.The fragrance of your garmentsis like the fragrance of Lebanon.