8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon.
Come down from Mount Amana,
from the peaks of Senir and Hermon,
where the lions have their dens
and leopards live among the hills.
9You have captured my heart,
my treasure, my bride.
You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,
with a single jewel of your necklace.
10Your love delights me,
my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
your perfume more fragrant than spices.
11Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
like the cedars of Lebanon.
12You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,
a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
13Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates
with rare spices—
henna with nard,
14nard and saffron,
fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
and every other lovely spice.
15You are a garden fountain,
a well of fresh water
streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.
Young Woman
16Awake, north wind!
Rise up, south wind!
Blow on my garden
and spread its fragrance all around.
Come into your garden, my love;
taste its finest fruits.
