Song of Songs 4

1How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.

2Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

3Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.

4Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.

5Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

6Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.

8Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

9Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.

10How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

11Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

12My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.

13Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.

14Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.

15The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.

16Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.

1[Sponsus Quam pulchra es, amica mea ! quam pulchra es ! Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet. Capilli tui sicut greges caprarum quæ ascenderunt de monte Galaad.

2Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum quæ ascenderunt de lavacro; omnes gemellis fœtibus, et sterilis non est inter eas.

3Sicut vitta coccinea labia tua, et eloquium tuum dulce. Sicut fragmen mali punici, ita genæ tuæ, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.

4Sicut turris David collum tuum, quæ ædificata est cum propugnaculis; mille clypei pendent ex ea, omnis armatura fortium.

5Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, capreæ gemelli, qui pascuntur in liliis.

6Donec aspiret dies, et inclinentur umbræ, vadam ad montem myrrhæ, et ad collem thuris.

7Tota pulchra es, amica mea, et macula non est in te.

8Veni de Libano, sponsa mea: veni de Libano, veni, coronaberis: de capite Amana, de vertice Sanir et Hermon, de cubilibus leonum, de montibus pardorum.

9Vulnerasti cor meum, soror mea, sponsa; vulnerasti cor meum in uno oculorum tuorum, et in uno crine colli tui.

10Quam pulchræ sunt mammæ tuæ, soror mea sponsa ! pulchriora sunt ubera tua vino, et odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata.

11Favus distillans labia tua, sponsa; mel et lac sub lingua tua: et odor vestimentorum tuorum sicut odor thuris.

12Hortus conclusus soror mea, sponsa, hortus conclusus, fons signatus.

13Emissiones tuæ paradisus malorum punicorum, cum pomorum fructibus, cypri cum nardo.

14Nardus et crocus, fistula et cinnamomum, cum universis lignis Libani; myrrha et aloë, cum omnibus primis unguentis.

15Fons hortorum, puteus aquarum viventium, quæ fluunt impetu de Libano.

16Sponsa Surge, aquilo, et veni, auster: perfla hortum meum, et fluant aromata illius.]

1Groom to Bride: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead.

2Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.

3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.

4Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.

5Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.

6Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

7You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.

8Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.

9You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.

10How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.

11Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.

12An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.

13You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;

14aromatic oil and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Lebanon; myrrh and aloe, with all the best ointments.

15The fountain of the gardens is a well of living waters, which flow forcefully from Lebanon.

16Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents.