CHAPTER 4
How
beautiful you are,
my darling!
How
very beautiful!
Your eyes
are like doves
behind
your veil.
Your hair
is like a flock
of goats
streaming down
Mount
Gilead.
Your teeth
are like a flock
of newly shorn sheep
coming up
from
the washing;
each
has its twin,
and not one
is lost.
Your lips
are like a scarlet
ribbon,
and your mouth
is lovely.
Your brow
is like a slice
of pomegranate
behind
your veil.
Your neck
is like the tower
of David,
built
with rows of stones;
on it
hang
a thousand
shields,
all
round shields
of the warriors.
Before
the day
breaks
and shadows
flee,
I will make my way
to
the mountain
of myrrh
and to the hill
of frankincense.
Come
with me
from Lebanon,
my bride,
come with me
from Lebanon!
Descend
the peak
of Amana,
from the summits
of Senir
and Hermon,
from the dens
of the lions,
from the mountains
of the leopards.
You have captured my heart,
my sister,
my bride;
you have stolen my heart
with one
glance of your eyes,
with one
jewel
of your neck.
How
delightful
is your love,
my sister,
my bride.
Your love
is much
better
than wine,
and the fragrance
of your perfume
than all
spices.
Your lips,
my bride,
drip
sweetness like the honeycomb;
honey
and milk
are under
your tongue,
and the fragrance
of your garments
is like the aroma
of Lebanon.
with nard
and saffron,
calamus
and cinnamon,
with
every kind
of incense
tree,
with myrrh
and aloes,
with
all
the finest
spices.
Awaken,
O north wind,
and come,
O south wind.
Breathe on
my garden,
and spread the fragrance
of its spices.
Let my beloved
come
into his garden
and taste
its choicest
fruits.