Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

Ιδου, εισαι ωραια, αγαπητη μου· ιδου, εισαι ωραια· οι οφθαλμοι σου ειναι ως περιστερων μεταξυ των πλοκαμων σου· τα μαλλια σου ειναι ως ποιμνιον αιγων, καταβαινοντων απο του ορους Γαλααδ.

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.