pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being
paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king
Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day
of the gladness of his heart.
 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.
 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.
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.
 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a
thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,
which feed among the lilies.
 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain
of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
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.
 Thou hast ravished
my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of
 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!
 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.
 A garden
inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
 Thy plants are an orchard of
pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and
cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
 A fountain of gardens,
a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
 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.
 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have
eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink
abundantly, O beloved.
 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with
the drops of the night.
 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall
I defile them?
 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for
 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet
smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn
himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him,
but he gave me no answer.
 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they
wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
 What is thy beloved more than another
beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost
so charge us?
 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
 His head is as
the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by
the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet
flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
 His hands are as gold rings set with the
beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon
sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
 His mouth is most sweet: yea,
he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.