Song Of Solomon 4

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.

How beautiful you are, my darling!
    Oh, how beautiful!
    Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from the hills of Gilead.

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

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
    not one of them is alone.

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

Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
    your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.

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

Your neck is like the tower of David,
    built with courses of stone;^[a]
on it hang a thousand shields,
    all of them shields of warriors.

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

Your breasts are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle
    that browse among the lilies.

Before the dawn breezes blow
    and the night shadows flee,
I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh
    and to the hill of frankincense.

Until the day breaks
    and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
    and to the hill of incense.

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

You are altogether beautiful, my darling;
    there is no flaw in you.

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.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
    come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
    from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,
from the lions’ dens
    and the mountain haunts of leopards.

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.

You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
    you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
    with one jewel of your necklace.

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

How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
    How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume
    more than any spice!

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.

Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

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

You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
    you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.

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

Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
    with choice fruits,
    with henna and nard,

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

    nard and saffron,
    calamus and cinnamon,
    with every kind of incense tree,
    with myrrh and aloes
    and all the finest spices.

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

You are^[b] a garden fountain,
    a well of flowing water
    streaming down from Lebanon.

Awake, north wind!
    Rise up, south wind!
Blow on my garden
    and spread its fragrance all around.
Come into your garden, my love;
    taste its finest fruits.