Song of Songs 4

1 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.

[[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love! behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy locks are like a flock of goats Which lie down on mount Gilead;

2 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.

Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one beareth twins, And none is barren among them;

3 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.

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth comely; Thy cheeks are like a divided pomegranate behind thy veil;

4 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.

Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, In which there hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men;

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

Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles, That feed among the lilies.

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

When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh And the hill of frankincense.

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

Thou art all fair, my love; There is no spot in thee!

8 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.

Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of the lions, From the mountains of the leopards.

9 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.

Thou hast taken captive my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast taken captive my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

10 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!

How sweet is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much more precious thy caresses than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices!

11 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.

Thy lips, O my spouse! drop the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments is as the fragrance of Lebanon.

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

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed;

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

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with choicest fruits, Henna and spikenard,

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

Spikenard and saffron, Sweet cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;

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

A fountain of the gardens, A well of living water, A stream that floweth from Lebanon!

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

[[M.]] Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out! May my beloved come to his garden, And eat his pleasant fruits.