Song of Solomon 4

Chapter 4

Solomon’s Love Expressed

¹“¹²How beautiful ^ayou are, my darling,

How beautiful you are!

Your ^beyes are like doves ^cbehind your veil;

Your ^dhair is like a flock of goats

That have descended from Mount ^eGilead.

²“Your ^ateeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes

Which have come up from their washing,

All of which bear twins,

And not one among them has ¹lost her young.

³“Your lips are like a ^ascarlet thread,

And your ^bmouth is lovely.

Your ^ctemples are like a slice of a pomegranate

Behind your veil.

⁴“Your ^aneck is like the tower of David,

Built ¹with rows of stones

On which are ^bhung a thousand shields,

All the round ^cshields of the mighty men.

⁵“Your ^atwo breasts are like two fawns,

Twins of a gazelle

Which ^bfeed among the lilies.

⁶“^aUntil ¹the cool of the day

When the shadows flee away,

I will go my way to the mountain of ^bmyrrh

And to the hill of frankincense.

⁷“^aYou are altogether beautiful, my darling,

And there is no blemish in you.

⁸“Come with me from ^aLebanon, my ^bbride,

May you come with me from Lebanon.

¹Journey down from the summit of ^cAmana,

From the summit of ^dSenir and Hermon,

From the dens of lions,

From the mountains of leopards.

⁹“You have made my heart beat faster, ^amy sister, my bride;

You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,

With a single strand of your ^bnecklace.

¹⁰“^aHow beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!

How much ^bbetter is your love than wine,

And the ^cfragrance of your oils

Than all kinds of ¹spices!

¹¹“Your lips, my bride, ^adrip ^bhoney;

Honey and milk are under your tongue,

And the fragrance of your garments is like the ^cfragrance of Lebanon.

¹²“A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

A ¹rock garden locked, a ^aspring ^bsealed up.

¹³“Your shoots are an ^1aorchard of ^bpomegranates

With ^cchoice fruits, ^dhenna with nard plants,

^14aNard and saffron, calamus and ^bcinnamon,

With all the trees of ^cfrankincense,

^dMyrrh and aloes, along with all the finest ¹spices.

¹⁵“You are a garden spring,

A well of ^1afresh water,

And streams flowing from Lebanon.”

¹⁶“¹Awake, O north wind,

And come, wind of the south;

Make my ^agarden breathe out fragrance,

Let its ²spices ³be wafted abroad.

May ^bmy beloved come into his garden

And eat its ^cchoice fruits!”