I am black, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

My Beloved is to me like a cluster of henna in the vineyards of Engedi.

My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice.

Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.

Who is this coming up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, from all the merchant's powders?

Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them.

Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.

Your lips, My spouse, drop like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

His head is like refined gold; His locks are bushy, black as a raven.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips are as lilies dropping flowing myrrh.

His hands are like rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires.

His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His face is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

Turn away your eyes from Me, for they have overcome Me; your hair is like a flock of goats that appears from Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.

Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.

Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners?

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Beth-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King is held captive in its tresses.

Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my Beloved, that goes down smoothly for my Beloved, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones.

I was a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace.

Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.