Song of Solomon 4:4-15 in English

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

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

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

¹¹ Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³ Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

¹⁵ Thou art a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come from Libanus, my bride, come from Libanus: thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ My sister, my spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices!

¹¹ Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.

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

¹³ Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:

¹⁵ a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

¹¹ Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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

¹³ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

¹⁵ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

¹¹ Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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

¹³ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

¹⁵ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.

⁸ Come from Libanus, my bride, come from Libanus: you shall come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ My sister, my spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, and the smell of your garments than all spices!

¹¹ Your lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is as the smell of Libanus.

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

¹³ Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:

¹⁵ a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!

¹¹ Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³ Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

¹⁵ Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ My darling, you are completely beautiful; your body is perfectly formed!

⁸ My bride, it is as though you are in MET Lebanon far away, where I cannot reach you; come back to me. It is as though you are inaccessible MET on the top of Hermon Mountain or the nearby peaks. Come from where the lions have their dens and where the leopards live on the mountains.

⁹ My bride DOU, you who are dearer to me than my sister, you have captured my affection IDM by only once quickly looking at me, and by one strand of jewels in your necklace.

¹⁰ My bride, your love for me is delightful! It more delightful than wine! And the fragrance of your perfume is more pleasing than any spice!

¹¹ Being kissed by you is as enjoyable as eating MTY honey; your kisses are as sweet as milk mixed with honey. The aroma of your clothes is like SIM the aroma of cedar trees in Lebanon.

¹² My bride, you who are dearer to me than MET my sister, you are like MET a garden that is locked in order that other men cannot enter it; you are like MET a spring or a fountain that is covered in order that others may not drink from it.

¹³ You are like MET an orchard of pomegranate trees full of delicious fruit, and plenty of plants that produce henna and nard spices,

¹⁴ and saffron and calamus and cinnamon and many other kinds of incense, and myrrh and aloes and many other fine spices.

¹⁵ You are like MET a fountain in a garden, like MET a spring of clear water that flows down from the mountains of Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.

⁸ Come from Libanus, my bride, come from Libanus: you shall come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ My sister, my spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, and the smell of your garments than all spices!

¹¹ Your lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is as the smell of Libanus.

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

¹³ Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:

¹⁵ a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.

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.

⁷ You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵ a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵ a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵ a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

¹⁰ How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

¹¹ Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.

¹³ The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,

¹⁴ Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

¹⁵ You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come with me, from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon, — Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

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

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!

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

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

¹³ Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

¹⁵ A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.

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.

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

⁸ Come 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.

⁹ Thou 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.

¹⁰ How 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.

¹¹ Thy 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.

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

¹³ Thy 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.

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.

⁷ You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.

⁹ You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.

¹⁰ How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.

¹¹ Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.

¹³ Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,

¹⁴ nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.

¹⁵ You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.

⁹ My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.

¹⁰ My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?

¹¹ Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.

¹² My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.

¹³ Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,

¹⁴ Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.

¹⁵ O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!

¹¹ Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey — honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

¹³ Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

¹⁵ Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

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

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

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

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

¹³ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; Camphire, with spikenard,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

¹⁵ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.—

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions' dens, from the leopards' mountains.

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, my bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.

¹¹ Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

¹² A locked-up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³ Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;

¹⁵ A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.—

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my companion, And there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon: Thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

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

¹⁰ How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! How much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, And the smell of thy garments than all spices!

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

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

¹³ Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; Camphor, with spikenard:

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon; With all woods of Lebanon, Myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:

¹⁵ A fountain of a garden, And a well of water springing and gurgling from Lebanon.

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.

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

⁸ Come 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.

⁹ Thou 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.

¹⁰ How 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!

¹¹ Thy 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.

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

¹³ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with choicest fruits, Henna and spikenard,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron, Sweet cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;

¹⁵ A fountain of the gardens, A well of living water, A stream that floweth from Lebanon!

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.

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

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of leopards.

⁹ You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.

¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.

¹³ Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,

¹⁴ Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.

¹⁵ You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵ a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵ a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments than all spices!

¹¹ Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honey-comb; honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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

¹³ Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphor, with spikenard,

¹⁴ Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

¹⁵ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵ a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹² My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴ spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵ a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.

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.

⁷ My love, thou art all-fair, and no wem is in thee.

⁸ My spousess, come thou from the Lebanon; come thou from the Lebanon, come thou; beholding from the head of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the hills of leopards.

⁹ My sister spousess, thou hast wounded mine heart; thou hast wounded mine heart, in one of thine eyes, and in one hair of thy neck.

¹⁰ My sister spousess, thy loves be full fair; thy loves be fairer than wine, and the odour of thy clothes is above all sweet smelling ointments.

¹¹ Spousess, thy lips be as an honeycomb dropping; honey and milk be under thy tongue, and the odour of thy clothes is as the odour of incense.

¹² My sister spousess, a garden closed altogether; a garden closed altogether, a well asealed.

¹³ Thy sendings-out be as a paradise of apples of Punic, with the fruits of apples, cypress trees, with nard;

¹⁴ nard and saffron, an herb called fistula, and canel, with all the trees of the Lebanon, myrrh, and aloes, with all the best, either first, ointments.

¹⁵ A well of gardens, a well of welling, either quick, waters, that flow with fierceness from the Lebanon.

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.)

⁷ My love, thou art all-fair, and no wem is in thee. (My love, thou art so very beautiful, and there is no blemish on thee or and there is no fault in thee.)

⁸ My spousess, come thou from the Lebanon; come thou from the Lebanon, come thou; beholding from the head of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the hills of leopards. (My spousess, come thou from Lebanon; come thou from Lebanon, come thou; come thou down from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir, and the top of Hermon, from the dens of the lions, and from the hills of the leopards.)

⁹ My sister spousess, thou hast wounded mine heart; thou hast wounded mine heart, in one of thine eyes, and in one hair of thy neck. (My dear spousess, thou hast stolen my heart; yea, thou hast stolen my heart, with one look from thine eyes, and with one jewel of thy necklace.)

¹⁰ My sister spousess, thy loves be full fair; thy loves be fairer than wine, and the odour of thy clothes is above all sweet smelling ointments. (My dear spousess, thy love is so beautiful; thy love is more beautiful than wine, and the aroma of thy clothes smelleth more sweet than any perfume.)

¹¹ Spousess, thy lips be (as) an honeycomb dropping; honey and milk be under thy tongue, and the odour of thy clothes is as the odour of incense. (Spousess, thy lips be like a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk be upon thy tongue, and the aroma of thy clothes is like the aroma of Lebanon.)

¹² My sister spousess, a garden closed together; a garden closed together, a well asealed. (My dear spousess is a garden altogether enclosed, yea, a secret garden; a garden altogether enclosed, and a sealed well.)

¹³ Thy sendings-out be (a) paradise of (the) apples of Punic, with the fruits of apples, cypress trees, with nard; (Thy out-sendings, (or thy shoots, be) like a garden of the apple trees of Punic, with its fruits of apples, and cypress trees, with spikenard;/ Thy cheeks (be) like an orchard of pomegranate trees, with its fruits, and cypress trees, with spikenard;)

¹⁴ nard and saffron, an herb called fistula, and canel, with all the trees of the Lebanon, myrrh, and aloes, with all the best, either (the) first, ointments. (spikenard and saffron, henna, and cinnamon, with all the trees of incense, myrrh, and aloes, with all the best spices, or the choicest of perfumes.)

¹⁵ A well of (the) gardens, a well of welling, either quick, waters, that flow with fierceness from the Lebanon. (The well in the garden is a fresh water well, that floweth with fierceness from Lebanon.)

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.

⁷ Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

⁸ Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

⁹ Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

¹¹ Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments Is as the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹² A garden shut up is my sister-spouse, A spring shut up — a fountain sealed.

¹³ Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

¹⁴ Cypresses with nard — nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

¹⁵ A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!