Song of Solomon 4

1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

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

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

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

12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,

14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15  Thou art a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

Song of Solomon 4

The Wedding Night: Praise of the Bride

1 Oh,s you are beautiful, my darling!s
Oh, you are beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.s
Your hair is like a flock of female goats
descendingt from Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly-shorn sheep
coming up from the washing place;t
each of them has a twin,
and not one of them is missing.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread;t
your mouth is lovely.
Your foreheadt behind your veil
is like a slice of pomegranate.

4 Your neck is like the towert of David
built with courses of stones;t
one thousand shields are hung on it –
all shields of valiant warriors.t

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of the gazelle
grazing among the lilies.

6 Until the dawn arrivest
and the shadows flee,
I will go up to the mountain of myrrh,
and to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling!
There is no blemish in you!

The Wedding Night: Beautiful as Lebanon

8 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 the leopards.

9 You have stolen my heart,t my sister,s my bride!
You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes,t
with one jewel of your necklace.

10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine;
the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!

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

The Wedding Night: The Delightful Garden

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

13 Your shoots are a royal gardens full of pomegranates
with choice fruits:
henna with nard,

14 nard and saffron;
calamus and cinnamon with every kind of spice,
myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.t

15 You are a garden spring,t
a wellt of fresh watert flowing down from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind!
Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell.t
May my beloved come into his garden
and eat its delightful fruit!