Song of Solomon 4:1–5:1

The Young Woman’s Beauty Extolled

⁴How 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.^*

²Your 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.^*

³Your lips are like a crimson thread,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

behind your veil.^*

⁴Your neck is like the tower of David,

built in courses;

on it hang a thousand bucklers,

all of them shields of 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 hasten to the mountain of myrrh

and the hill of frankincense.^*

⁷You are altogether beautiful, my love;

there is no flaw in you.^*

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;

come with me from Lebanon.

Depart^g from the peak of Amana,

from the peak of Senir and Hermon,

from the dens of lions,

from the mountains of leopards.^*

⁹You 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.^*

¹⁰How 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!^*

¹¹Your lips distill nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your tongue;

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

¹²A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

a garden^h locked, a fountain sealed.^*

¹³Your channelⁱ is an orchard of pomegranates

with all choicest fruits,

henna with nard,^*

¹⁴nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

with all trees of frankincense,

myrrh and aloes,

with all chief spices—^*

¹⁵a garden fountain, a well of living water,

and flowing streams from Lebanon.^*

¹⁶Awake, 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.^*

⁵I come to my garden, my sister, my bride;

I gather my myrrh with my spice;

I eat my honeycomb with my honey;

I drink my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends, drink,

and be drunk with love.^*