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.
Here you [are] beautiful O friend my here you [are] beautiful eyes your [are] doves from behind to veil your hair your [is] like [the] flock of she-goats that have descended from [the] mountain of 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 amongst them.
Teeth your [are] like [the] flock of shorn [ewes] that have come up from the washing that all of them [are] bearing twins and [is one] deprived of offspring there not 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.
[are] like [the] thread of Scarlet lips your and mouth your [is] lovely [is] like [the] slice of pomegranate temple your from behind to veil your.
4 Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
[is] like [the] tower of David neck your built to layers thousand shield[s] [is] hung on it all [the] shields of the warriors.
5 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed amongst the lilies.
[the] two Breasts your [are] like two fawns twins of a gazelle which graze 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.
Until that will breathe the day and they will flee the shadows I will go myself to [the] mountain of myrrh and to [the] hill of frankincense.
7 You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.
All of you [is] beautiful O friend my and [is] blemish there not in you.
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.
With me from Lebanon O bride with me from Lebanon you will come you will come down - from [the] top of Amana from [the] top of Senir and Hermon from [the] dens of lions from [the] mountains of 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.
You have stolen heart my O sister my bride you have stolen heart my (with one *Q(K)*) from eyes your with one necklace from necklaces your.
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! they are beautiful love your O sister my bride how! they are good love your more than wine and [the] odor of oils your more 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.
Honey they drip lips your O bride honey and milk [are] under tongue your and [the] odor of garments your [is] like [the] odor of Lebanon.
12 My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
[is] a garden - Locked sister my bride a spring locked a spring sealed up.
13 Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
Shoots your [are] a garden of pomegranates with fruit of choice henna plants with nard plants.
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
Nard - and saffron calamus and cinnamon with all [the] trees of frankincense myrrh and aloes with all [the] choicest of spices.
15 a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
A spring of gardens a well of water living and flowing from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
Awake O north wind and come O south wind make breathe garden my let them flow spices its let him come lover my to garden his so he may eat [the] fruit of choice its.
