1	Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. [that...: or, that eat of, etc]
			2	Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn# , which came up# from the washing; whereof every one bear twins# , and none is barren among them.
			3	Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
			4	Thy neck is like the tower of David builded# for an armoury, whereon there hang# a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
			5	Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed# among the lilies.
			6	Until the day break# , and the shadows flee away# , I will get# me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. [break: Heb. breathe]
			7	Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
			8	Come# with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look# from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
			9	Thou hast ravished my heart# , my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart# with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. [ravished: or, taken away]
			10	How fair# is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better# is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
			11	Thy lips, O my spouse, drop# as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
			12	A garden inclosed# is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up# , a fountain sealed# . [inclosed: Heb. barred] [shut up: Heb. barred]
			13	Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, [camphire: or, cypress]
			14	Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
			15	A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams# from Lebanon.
			16	Awake# , O north wind; and come# , thou south; blow# upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out# . Let my beloved come# into his garden, and eat# his pleasant fruits.