Song of Solomon 4 — ILT

4Verse 1Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes [look forth] from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil'ad.^{Verse 2}Thy teeth are like a flock of well-selected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.^{Verse 3}Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.^{Verse 4}Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.^{Verse 5}Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.^{Verse 6}Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.^{Verse 7}Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.—^{Verse 8}Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions' dens, from the leopards' mountains.^{Verse 9}Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, [my] bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.^{Verse 10}How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, [my] bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.^{Verse 11}Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.^{Verse 12}A locked-up garden is my sister, [my] bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.^{Verse 13}Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;^{Verse 14}Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;^{Verse 15}A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.—^{Verse 16}Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.—