⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
With me from Lebanon:
^[a]Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
From the lions’ dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
⁹ Thou hast ^[b]ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
Thou hast ^[c]ravished my heart with ^[d]one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.
¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is thy love than wine!
And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
¹¹ Thy lips, O my bride, ^[e]drop as the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue;
And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.