Song of Solomon 4:1–7:1

^aBehold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;

Thou hast doves’ eyes ^bwithin thy ^bclocks:

^dThy hair is as a flock of ^egoats, ^||dthat appear from mount ^fGilead.

^2gThy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing;

^gWhereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

³Thy lips are like a ^hthread of scarlet, and thy speech is ⁱcomely:

^kThy temples are like a piece of a ^klpomegranate ^bwithin thy ^clocks.

^4mThy neck is like the tower of David

Builded for an ⁿarmoury,

Whereon there ^ohang a thousand bucklers, all ^pshields of mighty men.

^5qThy two breasts are like two ^ryoung ^qroes that are twins,

Which ^sfeed among the lilies.

^6tUntil the day ^†break, and ^uthe shadows flee away,

I will get me to the mountain of ^wmyrrh, and to the hill of ^wfrankincense.

^7aThou art all fair, my love; there is ^xno spot in thee.

⁸Come with me from ^yLebanon, my ^zspouse, with me from Lebanon:

Look from the top of ^aAmana, from the top of ^bShenir and ^bHermon,

From the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the ^cleopards.

⁹Thou hast ^||ravished my heart, ^dmy sister, my spouse;

Thou hast ^||ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,

With ^eone chain of thy neck.

¹⁰How fair is thy love, ^dmy sister, my spouse!

How much ^fbetter is thy love than wine!

And ^gthe smell of thine ointments than all spices!

^11hThy lips, O my spouse, drop as the ⁱhoneycomb:

^hHoney and milk are under thy tongue;

And the smell of thy garments is ^jlike the smell of Lebanon.

¹²A garden ^†inclosed is ^dmy sister, my spouse;

A spring ^†shut up, ^ka fountain ^lsealed.

¹³Thy plants are an ^morchard of ⁿpomegranates, with ^opleasant fruits;

^||Camphire, with ^pspikenard,

^14pSpikenard and saffron;

^qCalamus and ^qcinnamon, with all trees of ^rfrankincense;

^qrsMyrrh and ^saloes, with all the ^qtchief spices:

¹⁵A fountain of gardens, a well of ^uliving waters,

And streams from Lebanon.

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

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

^yLet my beloved come into his garden,

And ^zeat his ^opleasant fruits.

5^aI am come into my garden, ^bmy sister, my spouse:

I have ^cgathered my ^dmyrrh with my spice;

^eI have eaten my ^fhoneycomb with my honey;

^gI have drunk my wine with my milk:

Eat, O ^hfriends; drink, ^||yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

²I sleep, but my heart waketh:

It is the voice of my beloved that ⁱknocketh, ^ksaying,

Open to me, ^bmy sister, ^lmy love, ^mmy dove, ⁿmy undefiled:

For my head is filled with dew,

And my ^olocks with the ^pdrops of the night.

^3qI have put off my coat; ^qqhow shall I put it on?

I have ^rwashed my feet; how shall I defile them?

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

And ^tmy bowels were moved ^||for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved;

And my hands dropped with myrrh,

And my fingers with ^†sweet smelling myrrh,

Upon the handles of the lock.

⁶I opened to my beloved;

But my beloved had ^uwithdrawn himself, and was gone:

My soul failed ^wwhen he spake:

^xI sought him, but I could not find him;

^yI called him, but he gave me no answer.

^7zThe watchmen that went about the city found me,

They ^asmote me, they wounded me;

The keepers of the walls took away my ^bveil from me.

^8cI charge you, ^dO daughters of Jerusalem,

If ye find my beloved, ^†that ye tell him,

That ^eI am sick of love.

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, ^fO thou fairest among women?

What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so ^ccharge us?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy,

^†The ^gchiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹His head is as ^hthe most ⁱfine gold,

His ^klocks are ^||bushy, and black as a raven.

^12lHis eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,

Washed with milk, and ^†fitly set.

¹³ⁿHis cheeks are as a ^obed of spices, as ^||sweet flowers:

^pHis lips like ^qlilies, dropping ^rsweet smelling myrrh.

¹⁴His hands are as gold rings ^mset with the ^sberyl:

His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with ^tsapphires.

^15uHis legs are as ^xpillars of marble, set upon sockets of ⁱfine gold:

His countenance is as ^yLebanon, excellent as the ^ycedars.

^16†His mouth is ^zmost sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely.

This is my beloved, and this is my friend, ^dO daughters of Jerusalem.

6Whither is thy beloved gone, ^aO thou fairest among women?

Whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

²My beloved is gone down into ^bhis garden, to the ^cbeds of spices,

To feed in the gardens, and to gather ^dlilies.

^3eI am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:

He feedeth among the ^dlilies.

⁴Thou art beautiful, O ^fmy love, as ^gTirzah,

^hComely as Jerusalem,

ⁱTerrible as an army ^kwith banners.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, for ^||they have overcome me:

^lThy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

^6mThy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,

Whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

⁷ⁿAs a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁸There are ^othreescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

And ^pvirgins without number.

^9qMy dove, ^rmy undefiled is but one;

She is the only one of her mother,

She is the ^schoice one of ^ther that bare her.

^uThe daughters saw her, and blessed her;

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

^10xWho is she that looketh forth as the morning,

Fair as ^ythe moon, ^sclear as ^yzthe sun,

And ⁱterrible as an army with banners?

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts to see the ^afruits of the valley,

And ^bto see whether the vine flourished, and ^bthe ^cpomegranates ^dbudded.

^12†Or ever I was aware,

My soul ^||made me like the ^echariots of Ammi-nadib.

¹³Return, return, O ^fShulamite;

Return, return, that we may look upon thee.

What will ye see in the Shulamite?

As it were the ^gcompany ^||of two armies.

7How beautiful are ^athy feet with shoes, ^bO prince’s daughter!

The joints of thy thighs are like ^cjewels,

The work of the hands of ^da cunning workman.