Song of Solomon 4

1 How beautiful you are, my darling!

Oh, how beautiful!

Your eyes behind your veil are doves.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

descending from the hills of Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,

coming up from the washing.

Each has its twin;

not one of them is alone.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;

your mouth is lovely.

Your temples behind your veil

are like the halves of a pomegranate.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David,

built with courses of stone;

on it hang a thousand shields,

all of them shields of warriors.

5 Your breasts are like two fawns,

like twin fawns of a gazelle

that browse among the lilies.

6 Until the day breaks

and the shadows flee,

I will go to the mountain of myrrh

and to the hill of incense.

7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling;

there is no flaw in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

come with me from Lebanon.

Descend from the crest of Amana,

from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,

from the lions’ dens

and the mountain haunts of leopards.

9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;

you have stolen my heart

with one glance of your eyes,

with one jewel of your necklace.

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

How much more pleasing is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume

more than any spice!

11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;

milk and honey are under your tongue.

The fragrance of your garments

is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12 You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;

you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.

13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates

with choice fruits,

with henna and nard,

14 nard and saffron,

calamus and cinnamon,

with every kind of incense tree,

with myrrh and aloes

and all the finest spices.

15 You are a garden fountain,

a well of flowing water

streaming down from Lebanon.

16 Awake, north wind,

and come, south wind!

Blow on my garden,

that its fragrance may spread everywhere.

Let my beloved come into his garden

and taste its choice fruits.

1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love,

behold, you are beautiful!

Your eyes are doves

behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes

that have come up from the washing,

all of which bear twins,

and not one among them has lost its young.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David,

built in rows of stone;

on it hang a thousand shields,

all of them shields of warriors.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle,

that graze among the lilies.

6 Until the day breathes

and the shadows flee,

I will go away to the mountain of myrrh

and the hill of frankincense.

7 You are altogether beautiful, my love;

there is no flaw in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;

come with me from Lebanon.

Depart from the peak of Amana,

from the peak of Senir and Hermon,

from the dens of lions,

from the mountains of leopards.

9 You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride;

you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,

with one jewel of your necklace.

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

11 Your lips drip nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your tongue;

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

12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

a spring locked, a fountain sealed.

13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates

with all choicest fruits,

henna with nard,

14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

with all trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes,

with all choice spices—

15 a garden fountain, a well of living water,

and flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind,

and come, O south wind!

Blow upon my garden,

let its spices flow.

Let my beloved come to his garden,

and eat its choicest fruits.

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

Thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks:

Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

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

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

3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely:

Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David

Builded for an armoury,

Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,

Which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away,

I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon:

Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon,

From the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 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 fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!

How much better is thy love than wine!

And the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11 Thy lips, O 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 inclosed is my sister, my spouse;

A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;

Camphire, with spikenard,

14 Spikenard and saffron;

Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;

Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,

And streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, 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 pleasant fruits.

1 You are beautiful, my darling,

beautiful beyond words.

Your eyes are like doves

behind your veil.

Your hair falls in waves,

like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

2 Your teeth are as white as sheep,

recently shorn and freshly washed.

Your smile is flawless,

each tooth matched with its twin.

3 Your lips are like scarlet ribbon;

your mouth is inviting.

Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates

behind your veil.

4 Your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David,

jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.

5 Your breasts are like two fawns,

twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

6 Before the dawn breezes blow

and the night shadows flee,

I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh

and to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling,

beautiful in every way.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

come with me from Lebanon.

Come down from Mount Amana,

from the peaks of Senir and Hermon,

where the lions have their dens

and leopards live among the hills.

9 You have captured my heart,

my treasure, my bride.

You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,

with a single jewel of your necklace.

10 Your love delights me,

my treasure, my bride.

Your love is better than wine,

your perfume more fragrant than spices.

11 Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

Your clothes are scented

like the cedars of Lebanon.

12 You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,

a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.

13 Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates

with rare spices—

henna with nard,

14 nard and saffron,

fragrant calamus and cinnamon,

with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,

and every other lovely spice.

15 You are a garden fountain,

a well of fresh water

streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.

16 Awake, north wind!

Rise up, south wind!

Blow on my garden

and spread its fragrance all around.

Come into your garden, my love;

taste its finest fruits.

1 Behold, you are fair, my love!

Behold, you are fair!

You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats,

Going down from Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep

Which have come up from the washing,

Every one of which bears twins,

And none is barren among them.

3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,

And your mouth is lovely.

Your temples behind your veil

Are like a piece of pomegranate.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David,

Built for an armory,

On which hang a thousand bucklers,

All shields of mighty men.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

Twins of a gazelle,

Which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day breaks

And the shadows flee away,

I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh

And to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all fair, my love,

And there is no spot in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,

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.

9 You have ravished my heart,

My sister, my spouse;

You have ravished my heart

With one look of your eyes,

With one link of your necklace.

10 How fair is your love,

My sister, my spouse!

How much better than wine is your love,

And the scent of your perfumes

Than all spices!

11 Your lips, O my spouse,

Drip as the honeycomb;

Honey and milk are under your tongue;

And the fragrance of your garments

Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12 A garden enclosed

Is my sister, my spouse,

A spring shut up,

A fountain sealed.

13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates

With pleasant fruits,

Fragrant henna with spikenard,

14 Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon,

With all trees of frankincense,

Myrrh and aloes,

With all the chief spices—

15 A fountain of gardens,

A well of living waters,

And streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind,

And come, O south!

Blow upon my garden,

That its spices may flow out.

Let my beloved come to his garden

And eat its pleasant fruits.

1 How beautiful you are, my darling!

Oh, you are beautiful!

Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.

Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are white like newly sheared sheep

just coming from their bath.

Each one has a twin,

and none of them is missing.

3 Your lips are like red silk thread,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your cheeks behind your veil

are like slices of a pomegranate.

4 Your neck is like David’s tower,

built with rows of stones.

A thousand shields hang on its walls;

each shield belongs to a strong soldier.

5 Your breasts are like two fawns,

like twins of a gazelle,

feeding among the lilies.

6 Until the day dawns

and the shadows disappear,

I will go to that mountain of myrrh

and to that hill of incense.

7 My darling, everything about you is beautiful,

and there is nothing at all wrong with you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.

Come with me from Lebanon,

from the top of Mount Amana,

from the tops of Mount Senir and Mount Hermon.

Come from the lions’ dens

and from the leopards’ hills.

9 My sister, my bride,

you have thrilled my heart;

you have thrilled my heart

with a glance of your eyes,

with one sparkle from your necklace.

10 Your love is so sweet, my sister, my bride.

Your love is better than wine,

and your perfume smells better than any spice.

11 My bride, your lips drip honey;

honey and milk are under your tongue.

Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon.

12 My sister, my bride, you are like a garden locked up,

like a walled-in spring, a closed-up fountain.

13 Your limbs are like an orchard

of pomegranates with all the best fruit,

filled with flowers and nard,

14 nard and saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,

with trees of incense, myrrh, and aloes—

all the best spices.

15 You are like a garden fountain—

a well of fresh water

flowing down from the mountains of Lebanon.

16 Awake, north wind.

Come, south wind.

Blow on my garden,

and let its sweet smells flow out.

Let my lover enter the garden

and eat its best fruits.

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.

2 Thy 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.

3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,

And thy mouth is comely.

Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

Behind thy veil.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David

Builded for an armory,

Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,

All the shields of the mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns

That are twins of a roe,

Which feed among the lilies.

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

I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,

And to the hill of frankincense.

7 Thou art all fair, my love;

And there is no spot in thee.

8 Come 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.

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

Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,

With one chain of thy neck.

10 How 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!

11 Thy 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.

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

A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

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

Henna with spikenard plants,

14 Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;

Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15 Thou art a fountain of gardens,

A well of living waters,

And flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, 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.

1 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 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 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 Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men. 5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. 6 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 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

8 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 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 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 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 enclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13 Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants; 14 Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15 A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon. 16 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.

1 Look at you! You are beautiful, my true love. 

Look at you! You are so beautiful. 

Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. 

Your hair is like a flock of goats moving down Mount Gilead. 

2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep about to be sheared, 

sheep that come up from the washing. 

All of them bear twins, and not one has lost its young. 

3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. 

Your mouth is lovely. 

Your temples behind your veil are like slices of pomegranate. 

4 Your neck is like David’s beautifully-designedtower. 

A thousand round shields belonging to soldiers 

are hung on it. 

5 Your breasts are like two fawns, 

like twin gazelles grazing among the lilies. 

6 When the day brings a cool breeze and the shadows flee, 

I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of incense. 

7 You are beautiful in every way, my true love. 

There is no blemish on you. 

8 You will come with me from Lebanon, 

from Lebanon as my bride. 

You will travel with me 

from the peak of Mount Amana, 

from the mountain peaks in Senir and Hermon, 

from the lairs of lions, 

from the mountains of leopards. 

9 My bride, my sister, you have charmed me.

You have charmed me 

with a single glance from your eyes, 

with a single strand of your necklace. 

10 How beautiful are your expressions of love, my bride, my sister! 

How much better are your expressions of love than wine 

and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice. 

11 Your lips drip honey, my bride. 

Honey and milk are under your tongue. 

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

12 My bride, my sister is a garden that is locked, 

a garden that is locked, 

a spring that is sealed. 

13 You are paradise that produces 

pomegranates and the best fruits, 

henna flowers and nard, 

14 nard and saffron, 

calamus,cinnamon, and all kinds of incense,

myrrh, aloes, and all the best spices. 

15 ⸤You are⸥ a spring for gardens, 

a well of living water flowing from Lebanon. 

16 Awake, north wind! 

Come, south wind! 

Blow on my garden! 

Let its spices flow from it. 

Let my beloved come to his garden, 

and let him eat his own precious fruit. 

1 How beautiful you are, my darling.

How very beautiful!

Behind your veil,

your eyes are doves.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep

coming up from washing,

each one having a twin,

and not one missing.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet cord,

and your mouth is lovely.

Behind your veil,

your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David,

constructed in layers.

A thousand bucklers are hung on it—

all of them shields of warriors.

5 Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

6 Before the day breaks

and the shadows flee,

I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh

and the hill of frankincense.

7 You are absolutely beautiful, my darling,

with no imperfection in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride —

with me from Lebanon!

Descend from the peak of Amana,

from the summit of Senir and Hermon,

from the dens of the lions,

from the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride.

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

with one jewel of your necklace.

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

Your love is much better than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

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

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

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

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

a locked garden and a sealed spring.

13 Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates

with choicest fruits,

henna with nard—

14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

with all the trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes,

with all the best spices.

15 You are a garden spring,

a well of flowing water

streaming from Lebanon.

16 Awaken, north 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.

1 How beautiful you are, my love,

how very beautiful!

Your eyes are doves

behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats,

moving down the slopes of Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes

that have come up from the washing,

all of which bear twins,

and not one among them is bereaved.

3 Your lips are like a crimson thread,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David,

built in courses;

on it hang a thousand bucklers,

all of them shields of warriors.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle,

that feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day breathes

and the shadows flee,

I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh

and the hill of frankincense.

7 You are altogether beautiful, my love;

there is no flaw in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;

come with me from Lebanon.

Depart from the peak of Amana,

from the peak of Senir and Hermon,

from the dens of lions,

from the mountains of leopards.

9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;

you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes,

with one jewel of your necklace.

10 How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is your love than wine

and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

11 Your lips distill nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your tongue;

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

12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

a garden locked, a fountain sealed.

13 Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates

with all choicest fruits,

henna with nard,

14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

with all trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes,

with all chief spices—

15 a garden fountain, a well of living water,

and flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind,

and come, O south wind!

Blow upon my garden

that its fragrance may be wafted abroad.

Let my beloved come to his garden

that he may eat its choicest fruits.

1 Look! 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.

2 Your 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.

3 Your lips are like a thread of crimson,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your temple is like halves of pomegranate

from behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David,

built in courses;

a thousand ornaments are hung on it,

all the shields of the warriors.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,

I will go to the mountain of the myrrh,

to the hill of the frankincense.

7 You are completely beautiful, my beloved!

You are flawless!

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride!

Come with me 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.

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

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

with one ornament from your necklaces.

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister bride!

How better is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

11 Your lips drip nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your lips;

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

12 A garden locked is my sister bride,

a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

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

henna with nard;

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

myrrh and aloes with all chief spices.

15 A garden fountain, a well of living water,

flowing (streams) from Lebanon.

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

Blow upon my garden! Let its fragrances waft forth!

Let my beloved come to his garden,

let him eat his choice fruit!

1 The king says to the Shulammite woman,

“You are so beautiful, my love!

So beautiful!

Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.

Your hair flows like a flock of black goats

coming down from Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are as clean as a flock of sheep.

Their wool has just been clipped.

They have just come up from being washed.

Each of your teeth has its twin.

Not one of them is alone.

3 Your lips are like a bright red ribbon.

Your mouth is so lovely.

Your cheeks behind your veil

are like the halves of a pomegranate.

4 Your neck is strong and beautiful like the tower of David.

That tower is built with beautiful stones.

A thousand shields are hanging on it.

All of them belong to mighty soldiers.

5 Your two breasts are lovely.

They are like two young antelopes

that eat among the lilies.

6 I will go to the mountain of myrrh.

I’ll go to the hill of incense.

I’ll stay there until the day begins

and the shadows fade away.

7 Every part of you is so beautiful, my love.

There is no flaw in you.

8 “Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.

Come with me from Lebanon.

Come down from the top of Mount Amana.

Come down from the top of Senir.

Come to me from the peak of Mount Hermon.

Leave the dens where the lions live.

Leave the places in the mountains where the leopards stay.

9 My bride, you have stolen my heart

with one glance of your eyes.

My sister, you have stolen my heart

with one jewel in your necklace.

10 My bride, your love is so delightful.

My sister, your love makes me happier than wine does.

Your perfume smells better than any spice.

11 Your lips are as sweet as a honeycomb, my bride.

Milk and honey are under your tongue.

Your clothes smell like the cedar trees in Lebanon.

12 My bride, you are like a garden that is locked up.

My sister, you are like a spring of water that has a fence around it.

You are like a fountain that is sealed up.

13 You are like trees whose branches are loaded

with pomegranates, fine fruits, henna and nard,

14 with saffron, cane and cinnamon.

You are like every kind of incense tree.

You have myrrh, aloes

and all of the finest spices.

15 You are like a fountain in a garden.

You are like a well of flowing water

streaming down from Lebanon.”

The woman says,

16 “Wake up, north wind!

Come, south wind!

Blow on my garden.

Then its sweet smell will spread everywhere.

Let my love come into his garden.

Let him taste its fine fruits.”