Song of Solomon 4

The Beloved

1 Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have doves eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead.2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them.3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate.4 Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.6 Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.7 You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you.8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, 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 You have ravished my heart, My sister, my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace.10 How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices!11 Your lips, O my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.12 A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed.13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard,14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.

The Shulamite

16 Awake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.

SONG OF SONGS 4

What a Beautiful Bride

He Speaks:

1 My darling, you are lovely,
so very lovely—
as you look through your veil,
your eyes are those of a dove.
Your hair tosses about
as gracefully as goats
coming down from Gilead.

2 Your teeth are whiter
than sheep freshly washed;
they match perfectly,
not one is missing.

3 Your lips are crimson cords,
your mouth is shapely;
behind your veil are hidden
beautiful rosy cheeks.t

4 Your neck is more graceful
than the tower of David,
decorated with thousands
of warriors' shields.

5 Your breasts are perfect;
they are twin deer
feeding among lilies.

6 I will hasten to those hills
sprinkled with sweet perfume
and stay there till sunrise.

7 My darling, you are lovely
in every way.

8 My bride, together
we will leave Lebanon!
We will say goodbye
to the peaks of Mount Amana,
Senir, and Hermon,
where lions and leopards
live in the caves.

9 My bride, my very own,
you have stolen my heart!
With one glance from your eyes
and the glow of your necklace,
you have stolen my heart.

10 Your love is sweeter than wine;
the smell of your perfume
is more fragrant than spices.

11 Your lips are a honeycomb;
milk and honey
flow from your tongue.
Your dress has the aroma
of cedar trees from Lebanon.

12 My bride, my very own,
you are a garden, a fountain
closed off to all others.

13 Your armst are vines,
covered with delicious fruits
and all sorts of spices—
henna, nard,

14 saffron,
calamus, cinnamon,
frankincense, myrrh, and aloes— all the finest spices.

15 You are a spring in the garden,
a fountain of pure water,
and a refreshing stream
from Mount Lebanon.

She Speaks:

16 Let the north wind blow,
the south wind too!
Let them spread the aroma
of my garden,
so the one I love
may enter and taste
its delicious fruits.