Song of Sol. 4:1‑7:13• 1Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair;{HR}Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil;{HR}Thy hair [is] as a flock of goats{HR}That appears on the side of mount Gilead.
2Thy teeth [are] like a flock of shorn [ewes]{HR}Which go up from the washing,{HR}Which have all borne twins,{HR}And none bereaved among them.
3Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet,{HR}And thy speech comely.{HR}As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples{HR}Behind thy veil.
4Thy neck [is] like the tower of David{HR}Built for an armoury:{HR}A thousand bucklers hang thereon,{HR}All shields of mighty men.
5Thy two breasts [are] like two fawns, twins of a gazelle,{HR}Which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day dawn and the shadows flee away.{HR}I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,{HR}And to the hill of frankincense.
7Thou [art] all fair, my love and [there is] no spot in thee.
8With me from Lebanon, spouse, with me from Lebanon;{HR}Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon,{HR}From the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister spouse;{HR}Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,{HR}With one chain of thy neck.
10How fair is thy love, my sister spouse!{HR}How much better is thy love than wine,{HR}And the fragrance of thine ointment than all spices!
11Thy lips, spouse, drop honeycomb;{HR}Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue;{HR}And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A garden shut up is my sister spouse,{HR}A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Thy shoots [are] an orchard of pomegranates with precious fruits{HR}Henna with spikenard plants;
14spikenard and saffron;{HR}Calamus and cinnamon with all trees of frankincense;{HR}Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,{HR}Which stream from Lebanon.
16Awake, north wind, and come, south;{HR}Blow upon my garden [that] the spices thereof may flow forth.{HR}Let my beloved come into his garden{HR}And eat his precious fruits.
1I am come into my garden, my sister spouse;{HR}I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;{HR}I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;{HR}I have drunk my wine with my milk.{HR}Eat, O friends; drink, yea drink abundantly, beloved one.
2I was asleep, but my heart waked.{HR}The voice of my beloved that knocketh [saying],{HR}Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled;{HR}For my head is filled with dew,{HR}My locks with the drops of the night.
3I have put off my coat: how shall I put it on?{HR}I have washed my feet: how shall I defile them?
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door];{HR}And my bowels yearned for him.
5I rose to open for my beloved,{HR}And my hands dropped with myrrh,{HR}And my fingers with liquid myrrh.
6I opened to my beloved;{HR}But my beloved had turned away—was gone.{HR}My soul went forth when he spoke:{HR}I sought him, but I found him not;{HR}I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7The watchmen that go about the city found me,{HR}They smote me, they wounded me;{HR}The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,{HR}If ye find my beloved,{HR}That ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved,{HR}Thou fairest among women?{HR}What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved,{HR}That thou dost so charge us?
10My beloved [is] white and ruddy,{HR}The chiefest among ten thousand.
11His head [is] finest gold;{HR}His locks [are] flowing, black as the raven;
12His eyes [are] like doves by the water brooks,{HR}Washed with milk, fitly set;
13His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, banks of sweet herbs;{HR}His lips, lilies dropping liquid myrrh;
14His hands, gold rings set with beryl;{HR}His body [is] ivory work overlaid (with) sapphires;
15His legs, pillars of marble, set on sockets of fine gold;{HR}His aspect, as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
16His mouth [is] most sweet;{HR}Yea he [is] altogether lovely.{HR}This [is] my beloved, yea this [is] my friend,{HR}O daughters of Jerusalem.
1Whither is thy beloved gone,{HR}Thou fairest among women?{HR}Whither hath thy beloved turned,{HR}And we will seek him with thee?
2My beloved is gone down to his garden,{HR}To the beds of spice,{HR}To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine:{HR}He feedeth [his] flock among the lilies.
4Thou [art] fair, my love, as Tirzah,{HR}Comely as Jerusalem,{HR}Terrible as bannered [hosts].
5Turn away thine eyes from me,{HR}For they overcome me,{HR}Thy hair [is] as a flock of goats{HR}On the slopes of Gilead.
6Thy teeth [are] like a flock of ewes{HR}Which go up from the washing,{HR}Which have all borne twins,{HR}And none [is] bereaved among them.
7As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples{HR}Behind thy veil.
8There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines,{HR}And virgins without number.
9My dove, mine undefiled, is one;{HR}She [is] the only one of her mother,{HR}She [is] the choice one of her that bare her.{HR}The daughters saw her and called her blessed;{HR}The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who [is] she [that] looketh forth as the dawn,{HR}Fair as the moon,{HR}Clear as the sun,{HR}Terrible as bannered [hosts]?
11I went down into the garden of nuts,{HR}To see the verdure of the valley,{HR}To see whether the vine budded—{HR}The pomegranates blossomed.
12Before I was aware,{HR}My soul set me [in] the chariots of my willing people.
13Return, return, O Shulamite;
1How beautiful are thy steps in sandals,{HR}Ο prince's daughter!{HR}The joints of thy thighs like jewels,{HR}Work of the hands of a skilful artist.
2Thy navel [is] a round goblet, wanting not mixture;{HR}Thy belly, a heap of wheat set about with lilies;
3Thy two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
4Thy neck as a tower of ivory;{HR}Thine eyes, the pool in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim;{HR}Thy nose as the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus;
5Thy head upon thee as Carmel,{HR}And the locks of thy head as purple—{HR}The king held captive in the tresses.
6How fair and how pleasant [art] thou, love, in delights!
7This thy stature [is] as a palm-tree,{HR}And thy breasts [grape-] clusters.
8I said, I will go up the palm-tree,{HR}I will take hold of the branches thereof;{HR}And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,{HR}And the smell of thy nose as apples;
9And the roof of thy mouth as the best wine{HR}Goeth down aright for my beloved,{HR}Gliding over the lips of those asleep.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field,{HR}Let us lodge in the villages;
12Let us get up early to the vineyards,{HR}Let us see if the vine hath budded,{HR}The blossoms appear, the pomegranates bloom:{HR}There will I give thee my loves.
13The mandrakes yield fragrance;{HR}And at our doors [are] all choice fruits:{HR}New and old I have laid them up for thee, my beloved. (Song of Sol. 4:1‑7:13)