Song of Solomon 4

1 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, behold, you [are] beautiful, Your eyes [are] doves behind your veil, Your hair as a row of the goats that have shone from Mount Gilead,

How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.

2 Your teeth as a row of the shorn ones that have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

3 As a thread of scarlet [are] your lips, And your speech [is] lovely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil,

Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.

4 As the Tower of David [is] your neck, built for an armory, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.

5 Your two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

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

6 Until the day breaks forth, And the shadows have fled away, I go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7 You [are] all beautiful, my friend, And there is not a blemish in you. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.

8 Come from Lebanon, come in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.

Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.

10 How beautiful have been your loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been your loves than wine, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices.

How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

11 Your lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.

Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

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

My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.

13 Your shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.

14 Cypresses with nard—nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.

15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.

16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.