Song of Solomon 4

English MEV 2014 (Modern English Version)

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1Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved! Behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves perched behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, leaping down the hills of Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep that have come up from their washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them has lost her young.

3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are set like slices of a pomegranate behind your veil.

4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with strength. On it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.

5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

7You are altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on you.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one glimmer of your necklace.

10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better than wine is your love, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices!

11Your lips drip sweet honey, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your clothing is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed.

13Your shoots are like a paradise of pomegranates, with most excellent fruits, henna with nard,

14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all choice spices,

15like a spring from the gardens, a well of living water, and streams flowing from Lebanon.

16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance flow abroad. Let my lover come to his garden, and eat its most excellent fruits.

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