Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 4

1 How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Behind your veil, your eyes are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn *sheep coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet cord, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 4

4 Your neck is like the tower of David, constructed in layers. A thousand bucklers are hung on it-- all of them shields of warriors.

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

6 Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 4

7 You are absolutely beautiful, my darling, with no imperfection in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride-- with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride. You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 4

10 How delightful your love is, my sister, my bride. Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

11 Your lips drip *sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 4

12 My sister, my bride, *you are a locked garden-- a locked garden and a sealed spring.

13 Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates with choicest fruits, henna with nard--

14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices.

Song of solomon Chapter[BR] 4

15 *You are a garden spring, a well of flowing water streaming from Lebanon.

16 Awaken, north wind-- come, south wind. Blow on my garden, and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my love come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.