Song Of Songs 4

“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.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

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.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

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.

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

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.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

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

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

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.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

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

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

“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.

Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

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.

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

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

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

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.

Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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.

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

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

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

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

Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

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

A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

“Wake up, north wind!
    Come, south wind!
Blow on my garden.
    Then its sweet smell will spread everywhere.
Let my love come into his garden.
    Let him taste its fine fruits.”