The man says to his beloved: behold, you are beautiful, my love; your eyes are doves behind your veil (v. 1). Her hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead, her teeth like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins (vv. 1-2). Her lips are like a scarlet thread, and her mouth is lovely; her cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind her veil (v. 3). Her neck is like the tower of David, built in rows of stone, on which hang a thousand shields (v. 4), and her breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies (v. 5). He says he will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense until the day breathes and the shadows flee (v. 6). And he concludes: you are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you (v. 7).
Then he calls her to come with him from Lebanon, from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon (v. 8). She has captured his heart, my sister, my bride, with a single glance of her eyes and with one jewel of her necklace (v. 9). Her love is better than wine, and the fragrance of her oils than any spice (v. 10). Her lips drip nectar, honey and milk are under her tongue, and the scent of her garments is like the scent of Lebanon (v. 11).
The man calls her a garden locked, my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed (v. 12). Her shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choicest fruits, henna and nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes (vv. 13-14). She is a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon (v. 15). The woman answers by asking the north wind to awake and the south wind to come, to blow upon her garden that its spices may flow, and asking her beloved to come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits (v. 16).