Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, behold, you [are] beautiful, Your eyes [are] doves behind your veil, Your hair as a row of the goats that have shone from Mount Gilead,
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.
2 Your teeth as a row of the shorn ones that have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
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.
3 As a thread of scarlet [are] your lips, And your speech [is] lovely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil,
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.
4 As the Tower of David [is] your neck, built for an armory, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
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.
5 Your two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks forth, And the shadows have fled away, I go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You [are] all beautiful, my friend, And there is not a blemish in you. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
8 Come from Lebanon, come in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
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.
9 You have emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
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!
10 How beautiful have been your loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been your loves than wine, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices.
How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
11 Your lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.
Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up—a fountain sealed.
A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
13 Your shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
14 Cypresses with nard—nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!
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.
