Song of Solomon - Chapter 4

Song of Solomon - Chapter 4

1 Behold, you [are] fair, my love! Behold, you [are] fair! You [have] dove's 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 spices --

15 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. THE BELOVED