Son 4:1 Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are as doves’ from behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats which lie down from Mount Gilead.
Son 4:2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep which come up from the washing place; of which they all are bearing twins; and a bereaved one is not among them.
Son 4:3 Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.
Son 4:4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory; a thousand bucklers hang on it, all the shields of the mighty men.
Son 4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.
Son 4:6 Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I myself will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hills of frankincense.
Son 4:7 You are all beautiful, My love. There is no blemish on you.
Son 4:8 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.
Son 4:9 You have ravished My heart, My sister, My spouse; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Son 4:10 How beautiful are your loves, My sister, My spouse! How much better are your loves than wine, and the scent of your ointments than all spices!
Son 4:11 Your lips, My spouse, drip like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
Son 4:12 A locked garden is My sister, My spouse; a spring locked up, a sealed fountain.
Son 4:13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits, with henna and spikenard;
Son 4:14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes; with all the chief balsam spices;
Son 4:15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters; even flowings from Lebanon.
Son 4:16 Awake, north wind; yea, come, south wind; blow on my garden; let its spices flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat its excellent fruits.
0 Comments