Son4:1 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, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Son4:2 Your 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 is bereaved.
Son4:3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Son4:4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.
Son4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
Son4:6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will hie me to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
Son4:7 You are all fair, my love;there is no flaw in you.
Son4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Ama'na, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
Son4:9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
Son4:10 How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
Son4:11 Your lips distil nectar, my bride;honey and milk are under your tongue;the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
Son4:12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a garden locked, a fountain sealed.
Son4:13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard,
Son4:14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices --
Son4:15 a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
Son4:16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.