Song of Solomon 4

1Behold, you are beautiful. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Behold, you are beautiful, my love. 2which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them. Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, 3Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. Your lips are like scarlet thread. 4whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men. Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, 5that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns 6I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense. Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, 7There is no spot in you. You are all beautiful, my love. 8with 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. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, 9You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. 10How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices! How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! 11Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. 12a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; 13henna with spikenard plants, Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: 14spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, 15a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. 16Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. and taste his precious fruits. Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Let my beloved come into his garden,