Song of Solomon 4

1 How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.

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

2 Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.

3 Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.

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.

4 Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.

Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men.

5 Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.

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

6 Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.

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

7 You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!

Thou are all fair, my love, and there is no spot in thee.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.

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.

9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.

Thou have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. Thou have ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

10 How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

11 Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

Thy lips, O my bride, drop the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.

A garden shut up is my sister, my bride, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,

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

14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.

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

15 You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.

Thou are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.

Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south, blow upon my garden, that the spices of it may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.