Song of Solomon 4:1-13 ▼

1 BEHOLD, you are beautiful, my beloved; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves' eyes behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats, which come up from mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn, which come up from the washing; every one of them bears twins, and none is bereft among them.

3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely like the first flowers of the pomegranate.

4 Your neck beneath your veil is like the tower of David, built for an armory, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all quivers of valiant men.

5 Your two breasts are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day is cool and the evening shadows decline, I will go to the mountains of myrrh and to the hills of frankincense.

7 You are all beautiful, my love; there is not even a spot in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, O my sister, my bride! come with me from Lebanon; you shall pass over the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of leopards.

9 You have encouraged me, O my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with a look of one of your eyes, with one necklace of your neck.

10 How beautiful are your breasts, O my sister, my bride! how much better are your breasts than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!

11 Your lips drop as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the perfume of Lebanon.

12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride; yea, a garden guarded, a fountain sealed.

13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna-flower with spikenard.