Song of Solomon4Solomon Admires His BrideThe Bridegroom1 How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful!Your eyes are like dovesbehind your veil.Your hair is like a flock of goatsstreaming down Mount Gilead.2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheepcoming up from the washing;each has its twin,and not one of them is lost.3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon,and your mouth* is lovely.Your brow behind your veilis like a slice of pomegranate.4 Your neck is like the tower of David,built with rows of stones;on it hang a thousand shields,all of them shields of warriors.*5 Your breasts are like two fawns,twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.6 Before the day breaks and the shadows flee,I will make my wayto the mountain* of myrrhand to the hill* of frankincense.7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling;in you there is no flaw.8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,come with me from Lebanon!Descend from the peak of Amana,from the summits of Senir and Hermon,from the dens of the lions,from the mountains of the leopards.9 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.10 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.11 Your lips, my bride,drip sweetness like the honeycomb;honey and milk are under your tongue,and the fragrance of your garmentsis like the aroma of Lebanon.12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up,a spring* enclosed, a fountain sealed.13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranateswith the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,14 with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon,with every kind of frankincense tree,with myrrh and aloes,with all the finest spices.15 You are a garden spring,a well of fresh waterflowing down from Lebanon.The Bride16 Awake, O north wind,and come, O south wind.Breathe on my gardenand spread the fragrance of its spices.Let my beloved come into his gardenand taste its choicest fruits.