Song of SolomonChapter 4
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1How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, you are so beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
running down Mount Gilead. 2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
just sheared and coming up from the washing.
Each one has its twin.
Not one of them is missing. 3Your lips are like a red ribbon.
Your mouth is lovely.
Your forehead behind your veil
is like a slice of pomegranate. 4Your neck is like the tower of David,
built with rows of stone.
A thousand shields hang on it.
All of them are the shields of warriors. 5Your breasts are like two fawns,
twin baby gazelles
eating among the lilies. 6Before the day breaks
and the shadows run away,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense. 7You are beautiful in every way, my darling.
There is nothing wrong with you at all. 8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
Come with me from Lebanon!
Come down from the top of Amana,
from the peaks of Senir and Hermon.
Come down from the lions' dens
and the mountains where leopards live. 9You have taken my heart,
my sister, my bride.
You stole my heart with one look of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace. 10How sweet your love is,
my sister, my bride!
Your love is much better than wine.
Your perfume smells better than any spice. 11My bride, your lips drip sweetness like honeycomb.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes smell like Lebanon. 12My sister, my bride,
you are a garden that is locked up.
You are a spring that is closed in,
a fountain that is sealed. 13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates
with the best fruits,
with henna and nard, 14with nard and saffron,
with calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of frankincense tree,
with myrrh and aloes,
and with all the best spices. 15You are a spring in a garden.
You are a well of fresh water
flowing down from Lebanon. 16Wake up, north wind!
Come, south wind!
Blow on my garden.
Spread the sweet smell of its spices.
Let my beloved come into his garden
and taste its best fruits.