Song of Solomon 4:1-13 ▼

1 Behold thee beautiful, my friend, behold thee beautiful; thine eyes doves from behind to thy veil: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from mount Gilead.

2 Thy teeth as a herd of the shorn which came up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and none barren among them.

3 As a scarlet thread thy lips, and thy speech becoming: as a piece of pomegranate, thy temples from behind thy veil.

4 As the tower of David thy neck, built for the weapons; a thousand shields hung upon it, all shields of the powerful.

5 Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe deer feeding among the lilies.

6 Till the day shall breathe, and the shadows fled away, I will go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of Lebanon.

7 All of thee beautiful, my friend, and no blemish in thee.

8 Thou shalt come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: thou shalt go round about from the head of faith, from the head of Shenir and Hermon, from the dwellings of lions, from the mountains of panthers.

9 Thou didst rob me of the heart, my sister, O bride; thou didst rob me of the heart with one of thine eyes, with one necklace of thy neck.

10 How beautiful were thy breasts, my sister, O bride! how good were thy breasts above wine, and the odor of thine ointments above all spices.

11 Thy lips will drop honey droppings, O bride: honey and milk under thy tongue, and the odor of thy garments as the odor of Lebanon.

12 A garden shut up, my sister, O bride; a reservoir shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy sendings forth a park of pomegranates, with most precious fruits, cypresses with spikenards,