Song of Solomon 4

4MHow beautiful you are, my darling.

How very beautiful!

Behind your veil,

your eyes are doves. ^r

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down Mount Gilead. ^s

²Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep

coming up from washing,

each one having a twin,

and not one missing. ^tu

³Your lips are like a scarlet cord, ^v

and your mouth ^wis lovely.

Behind your veil,

your brow ^xis like a slice of pomegranate. ^y

⁴Your neck is like the tower of David, ^z

constructed in layers.

A thousand bucklers are hung on it—

all of them shields of warriors. ^a

⁵Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle, ^bthat feed among the lilies.

⁶Before the day breaks ^c

and the shadows flee, ^d

I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh

and the hill of frankincense. ^e

⁷You are absolutely beautiful, ^fmy darling,

with no imperfection in you.

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, ^ghmy bride ⁱ—

with me from Lebanon!

Descend from the peak of Amana,

from the summit of Senir and Hermon, ^j

from the dens of the lions,

from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹You have captured my heart, ^kmy sister, ^lmmy bride.

You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes,

with one jewel of your necklace.

¹⁰How delightful your love is, my sister, my bride.

Your love is much better than wine, ⁿ

and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

¹¹Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride. ^o

Honey and milk ^pare under your tongue.

The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹²My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden—

a locked garden ^qand a sealed spring. ^r

¹³Your branches are a paradise ^sof pomegranates

with choicest fruits, ^t

henna with nard—

¹⁴nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, ^u

with all the trees of frankincense, ^v

myrrh and aloes, ^w

with all the best spices.

¹⁵You are a garden spring,

a well of flowing water ^x

streaming from Lebanon.

W¹⁶Awaken, ^ynorth wind—

come, south wind.

Blow on my garden,

and spread the fragrance of its spices.

Let my love come to his garden

and eat its choicest fruits. ^z