1. You are beautiful, my love, oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats, streaming down the heights of Gilead.

2. Your teeth are like sheep newly shorn, coming in droves from the washing, each one opposing its twin, not one has been left alone.

3. Your lips are like a thread scarlet; your voice is enchanting; your cheeks behind your veil are like halves of a pomegranate.

4. Your neck is the tower of David, a display of trophies a thousand bucklers hang on it, all of them worn by heroes of war.

5. Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle feeding among the lilies.

6. Before the dawn breaks and shadows flee, I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

7. You are wholly beautiful, my love, perfect and unblemished.

8. Come from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Come down from the summit of Amana, from the crest of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountain haunts of leopards.

9. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with one of your glances, with one bead of your necklace.

10. How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! How delicious is your love more than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume, than any spice!

11. Your lips distill nectar, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. Your garments have the scent of Lebanon.

12. You are a garden enclosed, my sister, my bride; a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.

13. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, all with choice fruits, with henna and nard,

14. nard and saffron, calamus, and cinnamon with every kind of incense trees, myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.

15. You are a garden fountain, a well of living water streaming down from Lebanon.

16. Arise, north wind! Awake, south wind! Blow upon my garden and spread its fragrance abroad. Let my lover come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.





“Meu Deus, perdoa-me. Nunca Te ofereci nada na minha vida e, agora, por este pouco que estou sofrendo, em comparação a tudo o que Tu sofreste na Cruz, eu reclamo injustamente!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina