Song of Solomon 4-5

American Standard Version

4 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
^[a]Thine eyes are as doves behind thy ^[b]veil.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That ^[c]lie along the side of mount Gilead.
² Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,
Which are come up from the washing,
^[d]Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
³ Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy ^[e]mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy ^[f]veil.
⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of David
Builded ^[g]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 ^[h]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:
^[i]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 ^[j]ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
Thou hast ^[k]ravished my heart with ^[l]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, ^[m]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 ^[n]shut up is my sister, my bride;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
¹³ Thy shoots are ^[o]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.

¹⁶ Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;
Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden,
And eat his precious fruits.

5 I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:
I have gathered my myrrh with my ^[p]spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O friends;
Drink, yea, drink abundantly, ^[q]O beloved.

² I ^[r]was asleep, but my heart waked:
It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my ^[s]undefiled;
For my head is filled with dew,
My locks with the drops of the night.
³ I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
⁴ My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
And my ^[t]heart was moved for him.
⁵ I rose up to open to my beloved;
And my hands dropped with myrrh,
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
Upon the handles of the bolt.
⁶ I opened to my beloved;
But my beloved had ^[u]withdrawn himself, and was gone.
My soul ^[v]had failed me when he spake:
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
⁷ The watchmen that go about the city found me,
They smote me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my ^[w]mantle from me.
⁸ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If ye find my beloved,
^[x]That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

⁹ What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
O thou fairest among women?
What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
That thou dost so adjure us?

¹⁰ My beloved is white and ruddy,
^[y]The chiefest among ten thousand.
¹¹ His head is as the most fine gold;
His locks are ^[z]bushy, and black as a raven.
¹² His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,
Washed with milk, and ^[aa]fitly set.
¹³ His cheeks are as a bed of ^[ab]spices,
As ^[ac]banks of sweet herbs:
His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
¹⁴ His hands are as ^[ad]rings of gold set with ^[ae]beryl:
His body is as ^[af]ivory work ^[ag]overlaid with sapphires.
¹⁵ His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
¹⁶ His ^[ah]mouth is most sweet;
Yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.