4 “Look! You are beautiful, my beloved.
Look! You are beautiful.
Your eyes are those of doves behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
Streaming down the mountains of Gilʹe·ad.+
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep
That have come up from being washed,
All of them bearing twins,
And not one has lost her young.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
And your speech is delightful.
Like a segment of pomegranate
Are your cheeks* behind your veil.
Built with courses of stone
Upon which are hung a thousand shields,
All the circular shields of the mighty men.+
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.”+
Descend from the peak of A·maʹnah,*
From the peak of Seʹnir, the peak of Herʹmon,+
From the lairs of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes,
With one pendant of your necklace.
Your expressions of affection are far better than wine,+
And the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!+
Honey and milk are under your tongue,+
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebʹa·non.
12 My sister, my bride, is like a locked garden,
A locked garden, a spring sealed shut.
With the choicest fruits, with henna along with spikenard plants,
With all sorts of trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,+
Along with all the finest perfumes.+
16 Awake, O north wind;
Come in, O south wind.
Breathe* upon my garden.
Let its fragrance spread.”
“Let my dear one come into his garden
And eat its choicest fruits.”