Song of Solomon 4 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

Man

¹ How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Behind your veil, your eyes are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from washing, each one bearing twins, and none has lost its young.  ,

³ Your lips are like a scarlet cord, and your mouth  is lovely. Behind your veil, your brow  is like a slice of pomegranate.

⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David, constructed in layers. A thousand shields are hung on it – all of them shields of warriors.

⁵ Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle,  that feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

⁷ You are absolutely beautiful,  my darling; there is no imperfection in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon,  , my bride; come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have captured my heart,  my sister,  my bride. You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

¹⁰ How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride. Your caresses are much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

¹¹ Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride. Honey and milk  are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden – a locked garden  and a sealed spring.

¹³ Your branches are a paradise  of pomegranates with choicest fruits; henna with nard,

¹⁴ nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices.

¹⁵ You are a garden spring, a well of flowing water streaming from Lebanon.

Woman

¹⁶ Awaken,  north wind; come, south wind. Blow on my garden, and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my love come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.