1The king says to the Shulammite woman, ‘You are so beautiful, my love! So beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair flows like a flock of black goats coming down from the hills of Gilead.2Your teeth are as clean as a flock of sheep. Their wool has just been clipped. They have just come up from being washed. Each of your teeth has its twin. Not one of them is alone.3Your lips are like a bright red ribbon. Your mouth is so lovely. Your cheeks behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.4Your neck is strong and beautiful like the tower of David. That tower is built with rows of stones. A thousand shields are hanging on it. All of them belong to mighty soldiers.5Your breasts are lovely. They are like two young antelopes that eat among the lilies.6I will go to the mountain of myrrh. I’ll go to the hill of incense. I’ll stay there until the day begins and the shadows fade away.7Every part of you is so beautiful, my love. There is no flaw in you.8‘Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon. Come down from the top of Mount Amana. Come down from the top of Senir. Come to me from the peak of Mount Hermon. Leave the dens where the lions live. Leave the places in the mountains where the leopards stay.9My bride, you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes. My sister, you have stolen my heart with one jewel in your necklace.10My bride, your love is so delightful. My sister, your love makes me happier than wine does. Your perfume smells better than any spice.11Your lips are as sweet as honey, my bride. Milk and honey are under your tongue. Your clothes smell like the cedar trees in Lebanon.12My bride, you are like a garden that is locked up. My sister, you are like a spring of water that has a fence around it. You are like a fountain that is sealed up.13You are like trees whose branches are loaded with pomegranates, fine fruits, henna and nard,14with nard and saffron, cane and cinnamon. You are like every kind of incense tree. You have myrrh, aloes and all the finest spices.15You are like a fountain in a garden. You are like a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.’ The woman says,16‘Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden. Then its sweet smell will spread everywhere. Let my love come into his garden. Let him taste its fine fruits.’
Song of Solomon 4
English Standard Version
Solomon Admires His Bride’s Beauty
1He: Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead. (So 1:15; So 5:12; So 6:5; So 6:7; So 7:5; Mic 7:14)2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them has lost its young. (So 6:6)3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. (Jos 2:18; So 1:5; So 2:14; So 4:1; So 6:7)4Your neck is like the tower of David, built in rows of stone;[1] on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. (2Sa 1:21; Ne 3:19; So 7:4; Eze 27:10)5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies. (Pr 5:19; So 2:9; So 2:16; So 6:3; So 7:3; So 8:10)6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go away to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense. (So 2:17; So 3:6; So 4:14)7You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you. (So 1:15; So 5:2; Eph 5:27)8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart[2] from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards. (De 3:9; 1Ki 4:33; 1Ch 5:23; Ps 45:10; Ps 89:12; So 7:4; Isa 62:5)9You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. (Jud 8:26; So 5:1)10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! (So 1:2; So 1:3; So 1:4; So 4:9)11Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. (Ge 27:27; Pr 5:3; Pr 24:13; So 4:8; Ho 14:6)12A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed. (Ge 29:3; Pr 5:15; So 4:9; Da 6:17)13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard, (Ec 2:5; So 1:12; So 1:14; So 7:13)14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all choice spices— (Ex 30:23; So 3:6; So 4:6; Joh 19:39)15a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon. (So 4:8; Jer 2:13; Joh 4:10; Joh 7:38)
Together in the Garden of Love
16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow. She: Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits. (So 4:13; So 5:1; So 6:2)