| [an error occurred while processing this directive] | Holman Christian Standard Bible |
| 1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1M How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Behind your veil, your eyes are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. |
| 2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing. |
| 3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3Your lips are like a scarlet cord, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate. |
| 4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4Your neck is like the tower of David, constructed in layers. A thousand bucklers are hung on it-- all of them shields of warriors. |
| 5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies. |
| 6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense. |
| 7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7You are absolutely beautiful, my darling, with no imperfection in you. |
| 8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride-- with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. |
| 9[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride. You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. |
| 10[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 10How delightful your love is, my sister, my bride. Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam. |
| 11[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 11Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. |
| 12[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 12My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden-- a locked garden and a sealed spring. |
| 13[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 13Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates with choicest fruits, henna with nard-- |
| 14[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices. |
| 15[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 15You are a garden spring, a well of flowing water streaming from Lebanon. W |
| 16[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 16Awaken, north wind-- come, south wind. Blow on my garden, and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my love come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits. |
|
    |