Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
You are all beautiful, my love.
There is no spot in you.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, 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.