Song of Solomon 4:1-12

¹Lov. Behold, thou art fair, my love! behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy locks are like a flock of goats Which lie down on mount Gilead;

²Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one beareth twins, And none is barren among them;

³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth comely; Thy cheeks are like a divided pomegranate behind thy veil;

⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, In which there hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men;

⁵Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles, That feed among the lilies.

⁶When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh And the hill of frankincense.

⁷Thou art all fair, my love; There is no spot in thee!

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of the lions, From the mountains of the leopards.

⁹Thou hast taken captive my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast taken captive my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰How sweet is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much more precious thy caresses than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices!

¹¹Thy lips, O my spouse! drop the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments is as the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹²A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed;