Song of Songs 4 · שיר השירים

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes behind thy veil: thy hair is like a flock of goats, that cascade down from mount Gil῾ad.

Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none of them miscarries.

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely: thy cheek is like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

Thy neck is like the tower of David built with turrets, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.

Before the day cools, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no blemish in thee.

Come with me from Levanon, my bride, with me from Levanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Ḥermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one link of thy necklace.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments than all spices!

Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Levanon.

A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, henna and nard.

Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Levanon.

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 its choicest fruits.