Song of Solomon 4:1–7:1

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;

Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil.

Thy hair is as a flock of goats,

That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

²Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,

Which are come up from the washing,

Whereof every one hath twins,

And none is bereaved among them.

³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,

And thy mouth is comely.

Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

Behind thy veil.

⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David

Builded for an armory,

Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,

All the shields of the mighty men.

⁵Thy two breasts are like two fawns

That are twins of a roe,

Which feed among the lilies.

⁶Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,

I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,

And to the hill of frankincense.

⁷Thou art all fair, my love;

And there is no spot in thee.

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

With me from Lebanon:

Look from the top of Amana,

From the top of Senir and Hermon,

From the lions’ dens,

From the mountains of the leopards.

⁹Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;

Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,

With one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is thy love than wine!

And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

¹¹Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb:

Honey and milk are under thy tongue;

And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;

A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;

Henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;

Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

¹⁵Thou art a fountain of gardens,

A well of living waters,

And flowing streams from Lebanon.

¹⁶Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;

Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.

Let my beloved come into his garden,

And eat his precious fruits.

5I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:

I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;

I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;

I have drunk my wine with my milk.

Eat, O friends;

Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

²I was asleep, but my heart waked:

It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,

Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;

For my head is filled with dew,

My locks with the drops of the night.

³I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?

I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,

And my heart was moved for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved;

And my hands dropped with myrrh,

And my fingers with liquid myrrh,

Upon the handles of the bolt.

⁶I opened to my beloved;

But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone.

My soul had failed me when he spake:

I sought him, but I could not find him;

I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷The watchmen that go about the city found me,

They smote me, they wounded me;

The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

⁸I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

If ye find my beloved,

That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved,

O thou fairest among women?

What is thy beloved more than another beloved,

That thou dost so adjure us?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy,

The chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold;

His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,

Washed with milk, and fitly set.

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices,

As banks of sweet herbs:

His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

¹⁴His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl:

His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁵His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:

His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet;

Yea, he is altogether lovely.

This is my beloved, and this is my friend,

O daughters of Jerusalem.

6Whither is thy beloved gone,

O thou fairest among women?

Whither hath thy beloved turned him,

That we may seek him with thee?

²My beloved is gone down to his garden,

To the beds of spices,

To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:

He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

⁴Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah,

Comely as Jerusalem,

Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me,

For they have overcome me.

Thy hair is as a flock of goats,

That lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,

Which are come up from the washing;

Whereof every one hath twins,

And none is bereaved among them.

⁷Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

Behind thy veil.

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

And virgins without number.

⁹My dove, my undefiled, is but one;

She is the only one of her mother;

She is the choice one of her that bare her.

The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;

Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,

Fair as the moon,

Clear as the sun,

Terrible as an army with banners?

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts,

To see the green plants of the valley,

To see whether the vine budded,

And the pomegranates were in flower.

¹²Before I was aware, my soul set me

Among the chariots of my princely people.

¹³Return, return, O Shulammite;

Return, return, that we may look upon thee.

Why will ye look upon the Shulammite,

As upon the dance of Mahanaim?

7How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter!

Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,

The work of the hands of a skilful workman.