Song of Solomon 4

1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of mount Gilead.

Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil: thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.

2 Thy teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them.

Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.

3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.

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

Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.

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

Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

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

Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

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

My sister, [my] spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; 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] bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!

How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices!

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

Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.

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

My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,

Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:

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

spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:

15 [Thou art] a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.

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 precious fruits.

Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.