Song of Solomon Chapter 4

            ¹ “You are so beautiful, my darling;

                  you’re so beautiful!

                  Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;

                  your hair is like a flock of goats

                        coming down Mount Gilead.

            ² Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes

                  that have come up from their washing,

                  that have all had twins

                  and none have miscarried.

            ³ Your lips are like a scarlet thread;

                  your mouth is lovely;

                     your cheeks are like the halves of a pomegranate

                  behind your veil.

            ⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David,

                  built with rows of stones

                  that have 1,000 shields hanging on them,

                  the round shields of strong men.                           S of S 4:1-4

            ⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns,

                  twins of a gazelle,

                  that feed among the lilies.

            ⁶ Till the evening breeze comes and shadows recede,

                  I’ll go my way to the mountain of myrrh

                  and the hill of frankincense.

            ⁷ “You’re so beautiful, my darling;

                  there’s not a blemish on you.

            ⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;

                  leave the summit of Amana,

                        the top of Senir and Hermon,

                        away from the lions’ dens,

                        the mountains and their leopards.                  S of S 4:5-8

                        ⁹ You’ve made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride;

                              you’ve made it beat faster

                              with a single glance with your eyes,

                              with one jewel of your necklace.

                        ¹⁰ Your love is so sweet, my sister, my bride!

                                    so much better than wine;

                              the fragrance of your oils

                                    is more pleasing than any spice!

                        ¹¹ Your lips, my bride, distil nectar;

                              honey and milk are under your tongue;

                              the fragrance of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

                        ¹² A garden locked is my sister, my bride,

                              a garden locked, a fountain sealed.                      S of S 4:9-12

                        ¹³ Your sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates

                              with choice fruits, henna with nard,

                        ¹⁴ nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

                              with all the trees of frankincense,

                              myrrh and aloes, along with the finest spices.

                        ¹⁵ You’re a garden spring,

                              a well of fresh water,

                              a stream flowing from Lebanon.”                         S of S 4:13-15

Bride

                        ¹⁶ “Wake up, north wind;

                              come, wind from the south;

                              make my garden breathe out fragrance;

                              let its spices carry abroad;

                              let my beloved go to his garden,

                                    and eat its best produce!”                              S of S 4:16

Groom