Song of Solomon 4:1-6 in English

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David Builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil: thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.

² Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.

³ Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.

⁴ Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.

⁵ Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

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

⁶ Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

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

⁶ Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves, beside your veil: your hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.

² Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.

³ Your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.

⁴ Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armory: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ My darling, you are beautiful, you are very beautiful! Underneath your veil, your eyes are as gentle as MET doves. Your long black hair moves from side to side like SIM a flock of black goats moving down the slopes of Gilead Mountain.

² Your teeth are very white like SIM a flock of sheep whose wool has just been ◄shorn/cut off► and that have come up from being washed in a stream. You have all of your teeth; none of them is missing.

³ Your lips are like SIM a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Beneath your veil, your round, rosy/red cheeks are like SIM the halves of a pomegranate.

⁴ Your long neck is beautiful like SIM the tower of King David that was built using layers/rows of stone. The ornaments on your necklaces are like a thousand HYP shields that are hanging on the walls of a tower; each one belongs to a warrior.

⁵ Your breasts are as beautiful SIM as two ◄fawns/young gazelles► that eat grass among lilies.

⁶ Until dawn tomorrow morning and the nighttime shadows/darkness disappear, I will lie close to your breasts that are like MET hills that are covered with incense DOU.

¹ Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves, beside your veil: your hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.

² Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one amongst them.

³ Your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.

⁴ Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, and all darts of mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed amongst the lilies.

⁶ Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

³ Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

³ Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved amongst them.

³ Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armoury, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed amongst the lilies.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

¹ See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

³ Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

⁶ Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.

⁵ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

¹ How 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.

² Thy 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 Thy 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.

⁴ Thy 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 Thy 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.

¹ How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.

³ Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.

⁵ Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.

⁶ Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.

³ Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.

⁴ Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.

⁵ Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.

⁶ Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.

⁵ Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; Whereof every one beareth twins, and none is barren among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David Builded for an armoury, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

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

⁶ Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes look forth from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil'ad.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of well-selected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.

³ Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.

⁵ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my companion; Behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves, Beside thy veil: Thy hair is as flocks of goats, That have appeared from Gilead.

² Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep, That have gone up from the washing; All of them bearing twins, And there is not a barren one among them.

³ Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely: Like the rind of a pomegranate Is thy cheek without thy veil.

⁴ Thy neck is as the tower of David, That was built for an armory: A thousand shields hang upon it, And all darts of mighty men.

⁵ Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, That feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Lov. 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;

² Thy 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;

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

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

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

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

¹ Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.

³ Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.

⁶ Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

³ Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved amongst them.

³ Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armoury, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed amongst the lilies.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

² Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none is barren among them.

³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.

⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

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

⁶ Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will repair to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

³ Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

¹ Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved amongst them.

³ Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴ Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armoury, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed amongst the lilies.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

¹ My friendess, thou art full fair, thou art full fair; thine eyes be of culvers, without that, that is hid within; thine hairs be as the flocks of goats, that went up from the hills of Gilead.

² Thy teeth be as the flocks of shorn sheep, that went up from the washing; all be with double lambs, and no barren is among those.

³ Thy lips be as a red lace, and thy speech is sweet; as the remnant of an apple of Punic, so be thy cheeks, without that, that is hid within.

⁴ Thy neck is as the tower of David, which is builded with strong-holds made before for defence; a thousand shields hang on it, all the armour of strong men.

⁵ Thy two teats be as two kids, twins of a capret, that be fed among lilies,

⁶ till the day spring, and the shadows be bowed down. I shall go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the little hill of incense.

¹ My friendess, thou art full fair, thou art full fair; thine eyes be (as) of culvers, without that, that is hid within; thine hairs be as the flocks of goats, that went up from the hill(s) of Gilead. (My friendess, thou art so beautiful, thou art so beautiful; thine eyes be like doves, behind thy veil; thy hair is like the flocks of goats, that went up from Mount Gilead.)

² Thy teeth be as the flocks of shorn sheep, that went up from the washing; all be with double lambs, and no barren is among those. (Thy teeth be like the flocks of shorn sheep, that went up from the washing; all of them have double lambs, or twins, and there is no barren among them.)

³ Thy lips be as a red lace, and thy speech is sweet; as the remnant of an apple of Punic, so be thy cheeks, without that, that is hid within. (Thy lips be like a red lace, and thy voice is sweet; thy cheeks be like a piece of an apple of Punic or thy cheeks be like a piece of a pomegranate, behind thy veil.)

⁴ Thy neck is as the tower of David, which is builded with strongholds made before for defence; a thousand shields hang on it, all the armour of strong men. (Thy neck is like the tower of David, which is built with strongholds, or with bulwarks, made ahead of time for defence; a thousand shields hang on it, all the armour of the strong.)

⁵ Thy two teats be as two kids, twins of a capret, that be fed among (the) lilies, (Thy two breasts be like two kids, or like two fawns, yea, like the twins of a gazelle, that be fed among the lilies.)

⁶ till the day spring, and the shadows be bowed down. I shall go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the little hill of incense. (And when the day shall spring forth, and the shadows shall be bowed down, then I shall go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the little hill of incense.)

¹ Lo, thou art fair, my friend, lo, thou art fair, Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

² Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

³ As a thread of scarlet are thy lips, And thy speech is comely, As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil,

⁴ As the tower of David is thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

⁵ Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

⁶ Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.