Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyeswithinthy locks: thy hair is as a flockof goats, that appearfrom mountGilead. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came upfromthe washing; whereof every onebear twins, and none is barrenamong them. Thy lips are like a threadof scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a pieceof a pomegranatewithinthy locks. Thy neck is like the towerof Davidbuiltfor an armory, whereonthere hanga thousandbucklers, allshieldsof mighty men. Thy twobreasts are like twoyoungroesthat are twins, which feedamong the lilies. Untilthe daybreak, and the shadowsflee away, I will getme tothe mountainof myrrh, and tothe hillof frankincense. Thou art allfair, my love; there is nospotin thee. Comewithme from Lebanon, my spouse, withme from Lebanon: lookfrom the topof Amana, from the topof Shenirand Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountainsof the leopards. Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heartwith oneof thine eyes, with onechainof thy neck. Howfairis thy love, my sister, my spouse! howmuch betteris thy lovethan wine! and the smellof thine ointmentsthan allspices! Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honeyand milk are underthy tongue; and the smellof thy garments is like the smellof Lebanon. A gardenenclosed is my sister, my spouse; a springshut up, a fountainsealed. Thy plants are an orchardof pomegranates, withpleasantfruits; camphire, withspikenard, Spikenardand saffron; calamusand cinnamon, withalltreesof frankincense; myrrhand aloes, withallthe chiefspices: A fountainof gardens, a wellof livingwaters, and streamsfromLebanon. Awake, O northwind; and come, thou south; blow uponmy garden, that the spicesthereof may flow out. Let my belovedcomeinto his garden, and eathis pleasantfruits.