The Song of Solomon, 4

¹ “Look! You are beautiful, my beloved. Look! You are beautiful. Your eyes are those of doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats Streaming down the mountains of Gilʹe·ad.

² Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep That have come up from being washed, All of them bearing twins, And not one has lost her young.

³ Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your speech is delightful. Like a segment of pomegranate Are your cheeks^*1 behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with courses of stone Upon which are hung a thousand shields, All the circular shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns, The twins of a gazelle, That feed among the lilies.”

⁶ “Until the day grows breezy^*1 and the shadows flee, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.”

⁷ “You are altogether beautiful, my beloved, There is no blemish in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebʹa·non, my bride, Come with me from Lebʹa·non. Descend from the peak of A·maʹnah,^*1 From the peak of Seʹnir, the peak of Herʹmon, From the lairs of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

⁹ You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride, You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, With one pendant of your necklace.

¹⁰ How beautiful your expressions of affection are, my sister, my bride! Your expressions of affection are far better than wine, And the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip with comb honey. Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebʹa·non.

¹² My sister, my bride, is like a locked garden, A locked garden, a spring sealed shut.

¹³ Your shoots^*1 are a paradise^*2 of pomegranates With the choicest fruits, with henna along with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron, cane^*1 and cinnamon, With all sorts of trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, Along with all the finest perfumes.

¹⁵ You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, And flowing streams from Lebʹa·non.

¹⁶ Awake, O north wind; Come in, O south wind. Breathe^*1 upon my garden. Let its fragrance spread.” “Let my dear one come into his garden And eat its choicest fruits.”