Song of Solomon 4

1 Groom to Bride: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead.

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

2 Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.

Your 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 scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.

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

4 Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.

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

5 Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.

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

6 Until the day rises and the shadows decline, 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 totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.

You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.

8 Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.

Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: you shall 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 wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.

My sister, [my] spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.

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

11 Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.

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

12 An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.

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

13 You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;

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

14 aromatic oil and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Lebanon; myrrh and aloe, with all the best ointments.

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

15 The fountain of the gardens is a well of living waters, which flow forcefully from Lebanon.

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

16 Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents.

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