which have come up from the washing,
where every one of them has twins.
None is bereaved among them.
Your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
built for an armory
on which 1,000 shields hang,
all the shields of the mighty men.
that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
and the shadows flee away,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh,
to the hill of frankincense.
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.
You have captivated my heart with one of your eyes,
with one chain of your neck.
How much better is your love than wine!
The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
with every kind of tree of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes
with all the best spices,
a well of living waters,
flowing streams from Lebanon.Beloved
and come, you south!
Blow on my garden,
that its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden
and taste his precious fruits.