Song of Songs 4

VIN(i) 1 (The Beloved) "You are beautiful my love, you are beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead. 2 "Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn and washed. Each has its twin and not one of them is alone. 3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread and your mouth is lovely. Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. 4 Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand shields, all shields of mighty men. 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle that feed among the lilies. 6 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I'll go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. 7 You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you. 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. 9 You have stolen (my) heart, my sister bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance from your eyes, with one ornament from your necklaces. 10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices. 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 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. 13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits, with henna and spikenard; 14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, 15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing from Lebanon. 16 Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.