Chapter 4
1 How beautiful are you, my love, how beautiful are you! your eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. your hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
2 your teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
3 your lips are as a scarlet lace: and your speech sweet. your cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lies hid within.
4 your neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
5 your two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in you.
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: you shall 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.
9 You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, you have wounded my heart with one of your eyes, and with one hair of your neck.
10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of your ointments above all aromatical spices.
11 your lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments, as the smell of frankincense.
12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
13 your plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.