Behold, you are beautiful, my neighbor; behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves apart from your silence; your hair is like flocks of goats, which have been uncovered from Gilead.
Come from Lebanon, bride, come from Lebanon; you shall come and pass through from the head of faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards
How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, bride; how beautiful are your breasts, more than wine, and the fragrance of your garments above all perfumes
Awake, north wind, and come, south; breathe through my garden, and let my aromas flow. Let my beloved come down into his garden and eat the fruit of his choice fruits.