Song of Solomon 4:6-12 in English

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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;

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.