Song of Solomon 4

1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from 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 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.

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 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your 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 Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.

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

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

6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go 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 You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.

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

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of 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 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.

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 beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.

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 Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance 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 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.

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

13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,

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

14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.

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

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

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

16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.

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