Song of Solomon 4
1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes within your locks: your hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, where on there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, 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 Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the smell of your ointments than all spices!
11 Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow on my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
