4:1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.
4:2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
4:3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4:4 Your neck is like David`s tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.
4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
4:6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
4:7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
4:8 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.
4:9 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.
4:10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!
4:11 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.
4:12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.
4:13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,
4:14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
4:15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
4:16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And taste his precious fruits. Lover