Song of Solomon 4

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