Song Of Solomon 4

“^[a][b]How beautiful you are, my darling,
^[c]How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.

“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 the hills of Gilead.

“Your teeth 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 ^[d]lost her young.

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.

“Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.

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.

“Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built ^[e]with rows of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the mighty men.

Your neck is strong and beautiful like the tower of David.
    That tower is built with rows of stones.
A thousand shields are hanging on it.
    All of them belong to mighty soldiers.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.

Your breasts are lovely.
    They are like two young antelopes
    that eat among the lilies.

“Until ^[f]the cool of the day
When the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.

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.

“You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
And there is no blemish in you.

Every part of you is so beautiful, my love.
    There is no flaw in you.

“Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
May you come with me from Lebanon.
^[g]Journey down from the summit of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.

“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.

“You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride;
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.

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.

“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of ^[h]spices!

My bride, your love is so delightful.
    My sister, your love makes me happier than wine does.
    Your perfume smells better than any spice.

“Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

Your lips are as sweet as honey, my bride.
    Milk and honey are under your tongue.
    Your clothes smell like the cedar trees in Lebanon.

“A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
A ^[i]rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.

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.

“Your shoots are an ^[j]orchard of pomegranates
With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,

You are like trees whose branches are loaded
    with pomegranates, fine fruits, henna and nard,

Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest ^[k]spices.

    with nard and saffron, cane and cinnamon.
You are like every kind of incense tree.
    You have myrrh, aloes
    and all the finest spices.

“You are a garden spring,
A well of ^[l]fresh water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”

You are like a fountain in a garden.
    You are like a well of flowing water
    streaming down from Lebanon.”

“^[m]Awake, O north wind,
And come, wind of the south;
Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
Let its ^[n]spices ^[o]be wafted abroad.
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choice fruits!”