⁶ Before the day breeze blows
        and the shadows flee,
        I will be off to the mountain of myrrh,
        to the hill of frankincense.
⁷ You are utterly beautiful, my dearest;
        there’s not a single flaw in you.

⁸ Come down with me from Lebanon, my bride—
        if only you would come down with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the peak of Amana,
        from the peaks of Senir and Hermon,
        from the lions’ dens,
        from the mountain lairs of leopards.