Song of Solomon 4:1–5:1

He

4How beautiful you are, my darling!

Oh, how beautiful!

Your eyes behind your veil^s are doves.^t

Your hair is like a flock of goats

descending from the hills of Gilead.^u

²Your 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

³Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;

your mouth^w is lovely.^x

Your temples behind your veil

are like the halves of a pomegranate.^y

⁴Your neck is like the tower^z of David,

built with courses of stone^a;

on it hang a thousand shields,^a

all of them shields of warriors.

⁵Your breasts^b are like two fawns,

like twin fawns of a gazelle^c

that browse among the lilies.^d

⁶Until the day breaks

and the shadows flee,^e

I will go to the mountain of myrrh^f

and to the hill of incense.

⁷You are altogether beautiful,^g my darling;

there is no flaw^h in you.

⁸Come 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.

⁹You 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

¹⁰How delightfulⁿ is your love^o, my sister, my bride!

How much more pleasing is your love than wine,^p

and the fragrance of your perfume^q

more than any spice!

¹¹Your 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

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

you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.^v

¹³Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates^w

with choice fruits,

with henna^x and nard,

¹⁴nard and saffron,

calamus and cinnamon,^y

with every kind of incense tree,

with myrrh^z and aloes^a

and all the finest spices.^b

¹⁵You are^b a garden^c fountain,^d

a well of flowing water

streaming down from Lebanon.

She

¹⁶Awake, north wind,

and come, south wind!

Blow on my garden,^e

that its fragrance^f may spread everywhere.

Let my beloved^g come into his garden

and taste its choice fruits.^h

He

5I 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.