Song of Solomon 4 — ULB
4Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful.
Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
going down from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes,
coming up from the washing place.
Each one has a twin,
and none among them is bereaved.
3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet;
your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves
behind your veil.
4Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone,
with a thousand shields hanging on it,
all the shields of soldiers.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
grazing among the lilies.
6Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are beautiful in every way, my love
and there is no blemish in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
Come with me from Lebanon;
come from the top of Amana,
from the top of Senir and Hermon,
from lions' dens,
from mountain dens of leopards.
9You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have stolen my heart,
with just one look at me,
with just one jewel of your necklace.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
11Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
honey and milk are under your tongue;
the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12My sister, my bride is a garden locked up,
a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
13Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits,
and of henna and nard plants,
14Nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices,
myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
15You are a garden spring,
a well of fresh water,
streams flowing down from Lebanon.16Awake, north wind; come, south wind;
blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance.
May my beloved come into his garden
and eat some of its choice fruit.
Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
going down from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes,
coming up from the washing place.
Each one has a twin,
and none among them is bereaved.
3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet;
your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves
behind your veil.
4Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone,
with a thousand shields hanging on it,
all the shields of soldiers.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
grazing among the lilies.
6Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are beautiful in every way, my love
and there is no blemish in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
Come with me from Lebanon;
come from the top of Amana,
from the top of Senir and Hermon,
from lions' dens,
from mountain dens of leopards.
9You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have stolen my heart,
with just one look at me,
with just one jewel of your necklace.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
11Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
honey and milk are under your tongue;
the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12My sister, my bride is a garden locked up,
a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
13Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits,
and of henna and nard plants,
14Nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices,
myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
15You are a garden spring,
a well of fresh water,
streams flowing down from Lebanon.16Awake, north wind; come, south wind;
blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance.
May my beloved come into his garden
and eat some of its choice fruit.