Old Testament · Poetry and wisdom

Song of Songs chapter 4

How you are, my — how utterly beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are . Your hair cascades like a flock of goats streaming down the slopes of .Your teeth are like a flock just , coming up from the washing — each one , not one of them alone.Your lips are a thread of , and your is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a .Your neck is like the , built in courses of stone — a thousand hang upon it, all the armor of warriors.Your two breasts are like two , twins of a gazelle, grazing among the .Before the day and the shadows slip away, I will go to the , to the hill of frankincense. is beautiful, my darling. There is no in you at all.Come with me from , my — come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountain haunts of leopards.You have , — you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.How sweet is your , my sister, my bride — how much sweeter your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfumes than any .Your lips drip with , my bride — honey and milk are under your tongue, and the scent of your garments is like the scent of .A is my sister, my bride — a garden locked, a spring sealed.Your are an orchard of pomegranates with the finest fruits — henna and ,spikenard and , and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree — myrrh and with all the finest spices.You are a garden spring, a well of , streams flowing down from ., north wind — and come, south wind! Breathe upon and let its fragrances drift out. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its .