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,
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount 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.
Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
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,
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy 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.
Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
5 Your two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed 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.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me 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,
Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
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] spouse, With me from Lebanon, — Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, 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.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy 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 thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
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.
Thy lips, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up—a fountain sealed.
A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Your shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
14 Cypresses with nard—nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
Spikenard and saffron; 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!
A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream 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!
Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.
