2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,which have come up from the washing,where every one of them has twins.None is bereaved amongst them.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread.Your mouth is lovely.Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armoury,whereon a thousand shields hang,all the shields of the mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawnsthat are twins of a roe,which feed amongst the lilies.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,I will go to the mountain of myrrh,to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all beautiful, my love.There is no spot in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,with me from Lebanon.Look from the top of Amana,from the top of Senir and Hermon,from the lions’ dens,from the mountains of the leopards.