Song of Solomon 4:1–5:16
4 How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veils are doves.t
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from the hills of Gilead.u
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.v
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
Your temples behind your veil
are like the halves of a pomegranate.y
4 Your neck is like the towerz of David,
built with courses of stonea;
on it hang a thousand shields,a
all of them shields of warriors.
5 Your breastsb are like two fawns,
like twin fawns of a gazellec
that browse among the lilies.d
and the shadows flee,e
I will go to the mountain of myrrhf
and to the hill of incense.
7 You are altogether beautiful,g my darling;
there is no flawh in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,i
come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
from the top of Senir,j the summit of Hermon,k
from the lions’ dens
and the mountain haunts of leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;l
you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.m
10 How delightfuln is your loveo, my sister, my bride!
How much more pleasing is your love than wine,p
and the fragrance of your perfumeq
more than any spice!
11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.r
The fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.s
12 You are a gardent locked up, my sister, my bride;u
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.v
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranatesw
with choice fruits,
with hennax and nard,
calamus and cinnamon,y
with every kind of incense tree,
and all the finest spices.b
15 You areb a gardenc fountain,d
a well of flowing water
streaming down from Lebanon.
16 Awake, north wind,
and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden,e
that its fragrancef may spread everywhere.
Let my belovedg come into his garden
and taste its choice fruits.h
5 I have come into my garden,i my sister, my bride;j
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk.k
Friends
Eat, friends, and drink;
drink your fill of love.
2 I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
4 My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,o
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened for my beloved,p
but my beloved had left; he was gone.q
My heart sank at his departure.a
I lookedr for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
as they made their rounds in the city.s
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge yout—
if you find my beloved,u
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.v
9 How is your beloved better than others,
most beautiful of women?w
How is your beloved better than others,
that you so charge us?
10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
outstanding among ten thousand.x
his hair is wavy
and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like dovesy
by the water streams,
washed in milk,z
mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeksa are like beds of spiceb
yielding perfume.
His lips are like liliesc
dripping with myrrh.d
set with topaz.
His body is like polished ivory
decorated with lapis lazuli.e
15 His legs are pillars of marble
set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,f
choice as its cedars.
16 His mouthg is sweetness itself;
he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,h this is my friend,
daughters of Jerusalem.i