Song of Songs 4 How lovely you are, my dearest! How lovely you are! Your eyes are doves behind your face veil; Your hair is like a drove of goats that streams down from Mount Gilead;"

CLV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ How lovely you are, my dearest! How lovely you are! Your eyes are doves behind your face veil; Your hair is like a drove of goats that streams down from Mount Gilead;" ² Your teeth are like a fashioned drove that ascends from the washing; All of them have their twin, And there are none among them bereaved." ³ Your lips are like thread of double dipped scarlet, And you mouth is comely; Like a slice of pomegranate are your temples behind your face veil." ⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory; A thousand shields are hung on it, all cuirasses of the masterful." ⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle that graze among the anemones." ⁶ While the day blows gently, And the shadows flee, I shall go myself to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense." ⁷ All of you is lovely, my shepherdess, And there is no blemish in you." ⁸ With me from Lebanon, O bride, Come with me from Lebanon; Regard the scene from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountain ranges of leopards." ⁹ You stir my heart, my sister, O bride, you stir my heart With one glance from your eyes, With one coil of your necklace." ¹⁰ How lovely are your affections, my sister, O bride, How much better are you affections than wine, And the scent of your attars than all aromatics!" ¹¹ Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, O bride; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the scent of your raiment is like the scent of Lebanon." ¹² You are a garden latched, my sister, O bride, A garden latched, a spring sealed." ¹³ Your runners form a park of pomegranates, With finest fruit, Henna blossoms with nards, ¹⁴ Nard and saffron, reed and cinnamon, With all the woods of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, With all the topmost aromatics." ¹⁵ You are a spring for gardens, A well of living waters, Even those flowing from Lebanon." ¹⁶ Rouse, north wind, and come, south wind; Blow on my garden that its aromatics may flow; Let my darling come to his garden That he may eat its fine fruit."