Song of Solomon 4

Solomon Admires His Bride's Beauty

He

¹ Behold, 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. ² Thy teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them. ³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. ⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men. ⁵ Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. ⁶ Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. ⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee. ⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, 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 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. ¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices! ¹¹ Thy lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. ¹² A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. ¹³ Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants, ¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. ¹⁵ [Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

Together in the Garden of Love

She

¹⁶ Awake, 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.