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.

You are beautiful, my darling,
    beautiful beyond words.
Your eyes are like doves
    behind your veil.
Your hair falls in waves,
    like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of 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.

Your teeth are as white as sheep,
    recently shorn and freshly washed.
Your smile is flawless,
    each tooth matched with its twin.^[a]

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 lips are like scarlet ribbon;
    your mouth is inviting.
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
    behind your veil.

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 neck is as beautiful as the tower of David,
    jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.

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

Your breasts are like two fawns,
    twin fawns of a gazelle grazing 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.

Before the dawn breezes blow
    and the night shadows flee,
I will hurry 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.

You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
    beautiful in every way.

“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 bride,
    come with me from Lebanon.
Come down^[b] from Mount Amana,
    from the peaks of Senir and Hermon,
where the lions have their dens
    and leopards live among the hills.

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.

You have captured my heart,
    my treasure,^[c] my bride.
You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,
    with a single jewel of your necklace.

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 love delights me,
    my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
    your perfume more fragrant than 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.

Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.
    Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
    like the cedars 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.

You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,
    a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.

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

Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates
    with rare spices—
henna with nard,

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

    nard and saffron,
    fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
    and every other lovely spice.

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

You are a garden fountain,
    a well of fresh water
    streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.

“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.”