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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.

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

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.

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

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing 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 dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

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

You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.

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. 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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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

Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

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

My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.

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

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

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

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

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

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