Song of Solomon 41How beautiful you are, my love. Oh, how beautiful you are. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead. 2Your teeth are like a newly shorn sheep, which have come up from the washing. Each one has a twin, not one of them is missing. 3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate behind your veil. 4Your neck is like the tower of David built with a row of stones, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men. 5Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7You are altogether beautiful, my love. There is no blemish in you. 8Come 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.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. 10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfume than any spice! 11Your 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. 12My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. 13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with nard plants, 14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices. 15You are a garden fountain, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Beloved
16Awake, north wind, and come, you south wind! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.