SONG OF SONGS.
4.
My darling, you are beautiful, you are very beautiful! Underneath your veil, your eyes are  as gentle as MET doves. Your  long black hair  moves from side to side like SIM a flock of  black goats moving down the slopes of Gilead Mountain. 
Your teeth are  very white like SIM a flock of sheep  whose wool has  just been ◄shorn/cut off► and that have come up from being washed  in a stream. You have all of your teeth; none of them is missing. 
Your lips are like SIM a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Beneath your veil, your  round, rosy/red cheeks are like SIM the halves of a pomegranate. 
Your  long neck is  beautiful like SIM the tower of  King David that was built using layers/rows of stone.  The ornaments on your necklaces are like 1,000 HYP shields that are hanging  on the walls of a tower; each one belongs to a warrior. 
Your breasts are  as beautiful SIM as two ◄fawns/young gazelles► that eat  grass among lilies. 
Until dawn  tomorrow morning and the nighttime shadows/darkness disappear, I will  lie close to your breasts that are  like MET hills that are covered with incense DOU. 
My darling, you are completely beautiful; your body is perfectly  formed! 
My bride,  it is as though you are in MET Lebanon  far away, where I cannot reach you; come back to me.  It is as though you are inaccessible MET on the top of Hermon Mountain or the nearby peaks. Come from where the lions have their dens and where the leopards live on the mountains. 
My bride DOU, you who are dearer to me than my sister, you have captured my affection IDM by only once quickly looking at me, and by one  strand of jewels in your necklace. 
My bride, your love for me is delightful! It more delightful than wine! And the fragrance of your perfume is more pleasing than any spice! 
Being kissed by you is  as enjoyable as eating MTY honey; your kisses are as sweet as milk  mixed with honey. The aroma of your clothes is like SIM the aroma of  cedar trees in Lebanon. 
My bride,  you who are dearer to me than MET my sister, you are  like MET a garden that is locked  in order that other men cannot enter it;  you are like MET a spring or a fountain that is covered  in order that others may not drink from it. 
You are  like MET an orchard of pomegranate trees full of delicious fruit, and plenty of  plants that produce henna and nard  spices, 
and saffron and calamus and cinnamon and many other kinds of incense, and myrrh and aloes and many  other fine spices. 
 You are like MET a fountain in a garden,  like MET a spring of clear water that flows  down from  the mountains of Lebanon. 
 I want the north wind and the south wind to come, and blow on my garden,  in order that the fragrance  of the spices will spread through the air.  Similarly, I want the one who loves me to come and enjoy cuddling up to me  like MET, EUP someone comes into a garden and enjoys eating the fruit  that grows there.