Song of Solomon 4

¹Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of mount Gilead. ²Thy teeth are like a flock of ewesthat are newlyshorn, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them. ³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil. ⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men. ⁵Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies. ⁶Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. ⁷Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee. ⁸Come with me from Lebanon, mybride, 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. ⁹Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, mybride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. ¹⁰How fair is thy love, my sister, mybride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices! ¹¹Thy lips, O mybride, drop asthe honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. ¹²A garden shut up is my sister, mybride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. ¹³Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants, ¹⁴Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. ¹⁵Thou arta fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon. ¹⁶Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.