Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

Behold, my beloved said to me: Up and haste my love, my dove, my beautiful, and come:

Up, haste my love, my dove, in the holes of the rock and secret places of the walls. Show me thy face and let me hear thy voice: for thy voice is sweet and thy fashion beautiful.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.