King James VersionSong of Solomon4

Song of Solomon

1 Be­hold, thou art fair, my love; be­hold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes with­in thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that ap­pear from mount Gilead.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the wash­ing; where­of ev­ery one bear twins, and none is bar­ren among them.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scar­let, and thy speech is come­ly: thy tem­ples are like a piece of a pomegranate with­in thy locks.
4 Thy neck is like the tow­er of David build­ed for an ar­moury, where­on there hang a thou­sand buck­lers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Un­til the day break, 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; there is no spot in thee.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Her­mon, from the li­ons' dens, from the moun­tains of the leop­ards.
9 Thou hast rav­ished my heart, my sis­ter, my spouse; thou hast rav­ished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
10 How fair is thy love, my sis­ter, my spouse! how much bet­ter is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine oint­ments than all spices!
11 Thy lips, O my spouse, 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 in­closed is my sis­ter, my spouse; a spring shut up, a foun­tain sealed.
13 Thy plants are an or­chard of pomegranates, with pleas­ant fruits; cam­phire, with spike­nard,
14 Spike­nard and saf­fron; cala­mus and cin­na­mon, with all trees of frank­in­cense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 A foun­tain of gar­dens, a well of liv­ing wa­ters, and 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 pleas­ant fruits.