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,

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.

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,

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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!