Song of Solomon 4

1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

[[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 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none is barren 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 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.

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

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields 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 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

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

6 Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will go up 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 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

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

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir 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 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy 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 fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the fragrance of thy ointments 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 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

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

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

13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard,

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

14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the 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 gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

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

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

[[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.