15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.5I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. 16My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.7I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. 7Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.1Behold, 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.9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.16Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.