4 Like the tower of David is your neck, built for weapons. A thousand shields are hung on it —all shields of warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin gazelles grazing among the lilies.
6 Until the day cools and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are altogether lovely, my darling, and no blemish is in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Watch from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, even Hermon, from lions’ dens, from mountains of leopards.
9 You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride— you captivated me with one of your eyes, with one jewel from 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 oils better than all spices!