Song of Solomon, 4
1. Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved, ah, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down the mountains of Gilead.
1. LOVER: How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats surging down Mount Gilead.
2. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes to be shorn, which come up from the washing, All of them big with twins, none of them thin and barren.
2. Your teeth, a flock of sheep to be shorn when they come up from the washing. Each one has its twin, not one unpaired with another.
3. Your lips are like a scarlet strand; your mouth is lovely. Your cheek is like a half-pomegranate behind your veil.
3. Your lips are a scarlet thread and your words enchanting. Your cheeks, behind your veil, are halves of pomegranate.
4. Your neck is like David's tower girt with battlements; A thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the shields of valiant men.
4. Your neck is the Tower of David built on layers, hung round with a thousand bucklers, and each the shield of a hero.
5. Your breasts are like twin fawns, the young of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.
5. Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
6. Until the day breathes cool and the shadows lengthen, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of incense.
6. Before the day-breeze rises, before the shadows flee, I shall go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7. You are all-beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish in you.
7. You are wholly beautiful, my beloved, and without a blemish.
8. Come from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon, come! Descend from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, From the haunts of lions, from the leopards' mountains.
8. Come from Lebanon, my promised bride, come from Lebanon, come on your way. Look down from the heights of Amanus, from the crests of Senir and Hermon, the haunt of lions, the mountains of leopards.
9. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one bead of your necklace.
9. You ravish my heart, my sister, my promised bride, you ravish my heart with a single one of your glances, with a single link of your necklace.
10. How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride, how much more delightful is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
10. What spells lie in your love, my sister, my promised bride! How delicious is your love, more delicious than wine! How fragrant your perfumes, more fragrant than all spices!
11. Your lips drip honey, my bride, sweetmeats and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments is the fragrance of Lebanon.
11. Your lips, my promised bride, distil wild honey. Honey and milk are under your tongue; and the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12. You are an enclosed garden, my sister, my bride, an enclosed garden, a fountain sealed.
12. She is a garden enclosed, my sister, my promised bride; a garden enclosed, a sealed fountain.
13. You are a park that puts forth pomegranates, with all choice fruits;
13. Your shoots form an orchard of pomegranate trees, bearing most exquisite fruit:
14. Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of incense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
14. nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the incense-bearing trees; myrrh and aloes, with the subtlest odours.
15. You are a garden fountain, a well of water flowing fresh from Lebanon.
15. Fountain of the garden, well of living water, streams flowing down from Lebanon!
16. Arise, north wind! Come, south wind! blow upon my garden that its perfumes may spread abroad. B Let my lover come to his garden and eat its choice fruits.
16. BELOVED: Awake, north wind, come, wind of the south! Breathe over my garden, to spread its sweet smell around. Let my love come into his garden, let him taste its most exquisite fruits.
