4
Lover
1 Behold,
you are beautiful,
my love.
Behold, you are
beautiful.
Your eyes are
like doves behind
your veil.
Your hair is
as a flock
of goats,
that descend from
Mount Gilead.
2 Your
teeth are like
a newly shorn
flock,
which have come
up from the
washing,
where every one
of them has
twins.
None is bereaved
among them.
3 Your
lips are like
scarlet thread.
Your mouth is
lovely.
Your temples are
like a piece
of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
4 Your
neck is like
David’s tower
built for
an armory,
on which
a thousand shields
hang,
all the shields
of the mighty
men.
5 Your
two breasts are
like two fawns
that are twins
of a roe,
which feed among
the lilies.
6 Until
the day is
cool, and the
shadows flee away,
I will go
to the mountain
of myrrh,
to the hill
of frankincense.
7 You are
all beautiful, 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 ravished my heart, my sister,
my bride.
You have ravished my
heart with one of
your eyes,
with one chain of
your neck.
10 How
beautiful is your
love, my sister,
my bride!
How much better
is your love
than wine,
the fragrance of
your perfumes than
all kinds of
spices!
11 Your
lips, my bride,
drip like the
honeycomb.
Honey and milk
are under your
tongue.
The smell of
your garments is
like the smell
of Lebanon.
12 My sister, my
bride, is a locked
up garden;
a locked up
spring,
a sealed fountain.
13 Your
shoots are an
orchard of
pomegranates, with
precious fruits,
henna with
spikenard plants,
14 spikenard
and saffron,
calamus and
cinnamon, with
every kind of
incense tree;
myrrh and aloes,
with all the
best spices,
15 a
fountain of
gardens,
a well of
living waters,
flowing streams
from Lebanon.
Beloved
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.