The Song of Solomon 4:1-16
4 “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 goatsStreaming down the mountains of Gilʹe·ad.+
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheepThat 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 pomegranateAre your cheeks* behind your veil.
4 Your neck+ is like the tower of David,+Built with courses of stoneUpon 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* and the shadows flee,I will go my way to the mountain of myrrhAnd 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,*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* are a paradise* of pomegranatesWith the choicest fruits, with henna along with spikenard plants,
14 Spikenard+ and saffron, cane*+ 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* upon my garden.
Let its fragrance spread.”
“Let my dear one come into his gardenAnd eat its choicest fruits.”
