The Song of Solomon

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.

 4 Your neck+ is like the tower of David,+

Built with courses of stone

Upon which are hung a thousand shields,

All the circular shields of the mighty men.+

 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,

The twins of a gazelle,+

That feed among the lilies.”

 6 “Until the day grows breezy* and the shadows flee,

I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh

And to the hill of frankincense.”+

 7 “You are altogether beautiful, my beloved,+

There is no blemish in you.

 8 Come with me from Lebʹa·non, my bride,

Come with me from Lebʹa·non.+

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.

 9 You have captured my heart,+ my sister, my bride,

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.

13 Your shoots* are a paradise* of pomegranates

With the choicest fruits, with henna along with spikenard plants,

14 Spikenard+ and saffron, cane*+ and cinnamon,+

With all sorts of trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,+

Along with all the finest perfumes.+

15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water,

And flowing streams from Lebʹa·non.+

16 Awake, O north wind;

Come in, O south wind.

“Let my dear one come into his garden

And eat its choicest fruits.”