Song of Solomon 4

1 How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.

5 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

6 Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.

10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.

11 Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.

12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,

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

15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.

1 ¶ 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.

2 Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none [is] barren among them.

3 Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

4 Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7 Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee.

8 ¶ Come with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11 Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb: honey and milk [are] under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden inclosed [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15 ¶ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, 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.

1 Behold, my friend, thou art fair behold, fair art thou! Thine eyes are as the eyes of doves among thy braids. Thy hair is like the herds of goats that are shorn in mount Gilead.

2 Thy teeth are like the flock of circumcised wool, which come out of the flood, which bear twins at all times; and there is none barren among them.

3 Thy lips are like a rosy cord, and thy speech is sweet. Thy cheeks are like the slit on the pomegranate between thy braids.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David, built with breastworks; there hang a thousand shields thereon, and all the weapons of the mighty.

5 thy two breasts are like two young doe twins grazing among the roses,

6 Till the day be cool, and the shadow be removed. I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7 thou art all things fair, my friend, and there is no spot in thee.

8 Come, my bride, from Lebanon, come from Lebanon. Come in, come in from the height of Amana, from the height of Senir and Hermon, from the dwellings of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

9 Thou hast taken my heart, my sister, dear bride, with thine eyes one, and with thy necklaces one.

10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my dear bride! Thy breasts are more sweet than wine, and the smell of thy ointments surpasses all spices.

11 Thy lips, my bride, are as honey dripping; honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Lebanon.

12 My sister, dear bride, you are a closed garden, a closed spring, a sealed well.

13 Thy growth is like a garden of pomegranates, with noble fruit, Cyprus with nard,

14 nard with saffron, calamus, and tin names, with all manner of trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, with all the best spices.

15 As a garden fountain, as a spring of living waters flowing from Lebanon.

16 Arise, north wind, and come, south wind, and woe through my garden, that his spices may drip!