Song of Songs 4

₁How beautiful you are, my love!

How your eyes shine with love behind your veil.

Your hair dances, like a flock of goats

bounding down the hills of Gilead.

₂Your teeth are as white as sheep

that have just been shorn and washed.

Not one of them is missing;

they are all perfectly matched.

₃Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;

how lovely they are when you speak.

Your cheeks glow behind your veil.

₄Your neck is like the tower of David,

round and smooth,

with a necklace like a thousand shields hung round it.

₅Your breasts are like gazelles,

twin deer feeding among lilies.

₆I will stay on the hill of myrrh,

the hill of incense,

until the morning breezes blow

and the darkness disappears.

₇How beautiful you are, my love;

how perfect you are!

₈Come with me from the Lebanon Mountains, my bride;

come with me from Lebanon.

Come down from the top of Mount Amana,

from Mount Senir and Mount Hermon,

where the lions and leopards live.

₉The look in your eyes, my sweetheart and bride,

and the necklace you are wearing

have stolen my heart.

₁₀Your love delights me,

my sweetheart and bride.

Your love is better than wine;

your perfume more fragrant than any spice.

₁₁The taste of honey is on your lips, my darling;

your tongue is milk and honey for me.

Your clothing has all the fragrance of Lebanon.

₁₂My sweetheart, my bride, is a secret garden,

a walled garden, a private spring;

₁₃there the plants flourish.

They grow like an orchard of pomegranate trees

and bear the finest fruits.

There is no lack of henna and nard,

₁₄of saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,

or incense of every kind.

Myrrh and aloes grow there

with all the most fragrant perfumes.

₁₅Fountains water the garden,

streams of flowing water,

brooks gushing down from the Lebanon Mountains.

₁₆Wake up, North Wind.

South Wind, blow on my garden;

fill the air with fragrance.

Let my lover come to his garden

and eat the best of its fruits.