Song of Solomon 4

1 Behold, thou {art} fair, my love; behold, thou {art} fair; thou {hast} doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair {is} as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. {that...: or, that eat of, etc} 2 Thy teeth {are} like a flock {of sheep that are even} shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none {is} barren among them. 3 Thy lips {are} like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech {is} comely: thy temples {are} like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. 4 Thy neck {is} like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. 5 Thy two breasts {are} like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. 6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. {break: Heb. breathe} 7 Thou {art} all fair, my love; {there is} no spot in thee. 8 Come with me from Lebanon, {my} spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. 9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, {my} spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. {ravished: or, taken away} 10 How fair is thy love, my sister, {my} spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! 11 Thy lips, O {my} spouse, drop {as} the honeycomb: honey and milk {are} under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments {is} like the smell of Lebanon. 12 A garden inclosed {is} my sister, {my} spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. {inclosed: Heb. barred} {shut up: Heb. barred} 13 Thy plants {are} an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, {camphire: or, cypress} 14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: 15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. 16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, {that} the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.