Song of Solomon 4

The Groom’s Praise of His Bride

4Look! You are beautiful, my beloved!

Look! You are beautiful!

Your eyes are doves

from behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

that move down from the mountains of Gilead.

²Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes

that came up from the washing,

all of them bearing twins,

and there is none bereaved among them.

³Your lips are like a thread of crimson,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your temple is like halves of pomegranate

from behind your veil.

⁴Your neck is like the tower of David,

built in courses;

a thousand ornaments^a are hung on it,

all the shields of the warriors.

⁵Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies.

⁶Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,

I will go to the mountain of the myrrh,

to the hill of the frankincense.

⁷You are completely beautiful, my beloved!

You are flawless!^b

The Mountains and Fragrance of Lebanon

⁸Come^c with me from Lebanon, my bride!

Come with me^d from Lebanon!

Look from the top of Amana,

from the top of Senir and Hermon,

from the dwelling places of the lions,

from the mountains of leopard.

⁹You have stolen (my) heart, my sister bride!

You have stolen my heart with one glance from your eyes,

with one ornament from your necklaces.

¹⁰How beautiful is your love, my sister bride!

How better is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

¹¹Your lips drip nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your lips;

the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

The Locked Garden of Delights Is Unlocked

¹²A garden locked is my sister bride,

a spring enclosed,^e a fountain sealed.

¹³Your shoots^f are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruit,^g

henna with nard;

¹⁴nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon spice with all trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes with all chief spices.

¹⁵A garden fountain, a well of living water,

flowing (streams) from Lebanon.

¹⁶Awake, O north wind! Come, O south wind!

Blow upon my garden! Let its fragrances^h waft forth!ⁱ

Let my beloved come to his garden,

let him eat his choice fruit!