004:002 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them. 004:003 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. 004:004 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men. 004:005 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies. 004:006 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense. 004:007 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you. 004:008 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. 004:009 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. 004:010 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices! 004:011 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. 004:012 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. 004:013 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants, 004:014 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, 004:015 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved 004:016 Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover 005:001 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved 005:002 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night." 005:003 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them? 005:004 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him. 005:005 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.