Song of Solomon 4

1Lo, thou <FI>art<Fi> fair, my friend, lo, thou <FI>art<Fi> fair, Thine eyes <FI>are<Fi> doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

1How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which come up from mount Galaad.

2Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

2Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

3As a thread of scarlet <FI>are<Fi> thy lips, And thy speech <FI>is<Fi> comely, As the work of the pomegranate <FI>is<Fi> thy temple behind thy veil,

3Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.

4As the tower of David <FI>is<Fi> thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

4Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.

5Thy two breasts <FI>are<Fi> as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

5Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

6Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

6Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7Thou <FI>art<Fi> all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

7Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.

8Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

8Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

9Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

9Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.

10How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

10How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

11Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk <FI>are<Fi> under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments <FI>Is<Fi> as the fragrance of Lebanon.

11Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

12A garden shut up <FI>is<Fi> my sister-spouse, A spring shut up--a fountain sealed.

12My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.

13Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

13Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.

14Cypresses with nard--nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

14Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.

15A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

15The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.

16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

16Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.