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Song of Solomon chapter 4
English Standard Version
1
Behold, you are beautiful, my love,
behold, you are beautiful!
Your eyes are doves
behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
2
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
and not one among them has lost its young.
3
Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
4
Your neck is like the tower of David,
built in rows of stone;
on it hang a thousand shields,
all of them shields of warriors.
5
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
that graze among the lilies.
6
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
I will go away to the mountain of myrrh
and the hill of frankincense.
7
You are altogether beautiful, my love;
there is no flaw in you.
8
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
come with me from Lebanon.
Depart from the peak of Amana,
from the peak of Senir and Hermon,
from the dens of lions,
from the mountains of leopards.
9
You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
10
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11
Your lips drip nectar, my bride;
honey and milk are under your tongue;
the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12
A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
a spring locked, a fountain sealed.
13
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
with all choicest fruits,
henna with nard,
14
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
with all trees of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes,
with all choice spices —
15
a garden fountain, a well of living water,
and flowing streams from Lebanon.
16
Awake, O north wind,
and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my garden,
let its spices flow.
Let my beloved come to his garden,
and eat its choicest fruits.
New International Version
1
How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from the hills of Gilead.
2
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
not one of them is alone.
3
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
are like the halves of a pomegranate.
4
Your neck is like the tower of David,
built with courses of stone ;
on it hang a thousand shields,
all of them shields of warriors.
5
Your breasts are like two fawns,
like twin fawns of a gazelle
that browse among the lilies.
6
Until the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of incense.
7
You are altogether beautiful, my darling;
there is no flaw in you.
8
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,
from the lions’ dens
and the mountain haunts of leopards.
9
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
10
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume
more than any spice!
11
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12
You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
13
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
with choice fruits,
with henna and nard,
14
nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of incense tree,
with myrrh and aloes
and all the finest spices.
15
You are a garden fountain,
a well of flowing water
streaming down from Lebanon.
16
Awake, north wind,
and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden,
that its fragrance may spread everywhere.
Let my beloved come into his garden
and taste its choice fruits.
New American Standard Bible
1
'How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are
like
doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.
2
Your teeth are like a flock of
newly
shorn
sheep
Which have come up from
their
watering place,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
3
Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
And your mouth is beautiful.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
4
Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built with layers of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the warriors.
5
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
That graze among the lilies.
6
Until the cool of the day
When the shadows flee,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
7
'You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
And there is no blemish on you.
8
Come
with me from Lebanon,
my
bride,
You shall come with me from Lebanon.
You shall come down from the summit of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
9
You have enchanted my heart, my sister,
my
bride;
You have enchanted my heart with a single
glance
of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
10
How beautiful is your love, my sister,
my
bride!
How much sweeter is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than
that of
all
kinds of
balsam oils!
11
Your lips drip honey,
my
bride;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12
A locked garden is my sister,
my
bride,
A locked spring, a sealed fountain.
13
Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates
With delicious fruits, henna with nard plants,
14
Nard and saffron, spice reed and cinnamon,
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh, and aloes, along with all the finest balsam oils.
15
You are
a garden spring,
A well of fresh water,
And flowing
streams
from Lebanon.'
16
'Awake, north
wind,
And come,
wind of
the south;
Make my garden breathe out
fragrance,
May its balsam oils flow.
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its delicious fruits!'
Christian Standard Bible
1
How beautiful you are, my darling.
How very beautiful!
Behind your veil,
your eyes are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down Mount Gilead.
2
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep
coming up from washing,
each one bearing twins,
and none has lost its young.
3
Your lips are like a scarlet cord,
and your mouth is lovely.
Behind your veil,
your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.
4
Your neck is like the tower of David,
constructed in layers.
A thousand shields are hung on it—
all of them shields of warriors.
5
Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
6
Until the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh
and the hill of frankincense.
7
You are absolutely beautiful, my darling;
there is no imperfection in you.
8
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
come with me from Lebanon!
Descend from the peak of Amana,
from the summit 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 captured my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
10
How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride.
Your caresses are much better than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.
11
Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12
My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden—
a locked garden and a sealed spring.
13
Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates
with choicest fruits;
henna with nard,
14
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes,
with all the best spices.
15
You are a garden spring,
a well of flowing water
streaming from Lebanon.
16
Awaken, north wind;
come, south wind.
Blow on my garden,
and spread the fragrance of its spices.
Let my love come to his garden
and eat its choicest fruits.
New Living Translation
1
You are beautiful, my darling,
beautiful beyond words.
Your eyes are like doves
behind your veil.
Your hair falls in waves,
like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
2
Your teeth are as white as sheep,
recently shorn and freshly washed.
Your smile is flawless,
each tooth matched with its twin.
3
Your lips are like scarlet ribbon;
your mouth is inviting.
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
behind your veil.
4
Your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David,
jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.
5
Your breasts are like two fawns,
twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6
Before the dawn breezes blow
and the night shadows flee,
I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense.
7
You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
beautiful in every way.
8
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon.
Come down from Mount Amana,
from the peaks of Senir and Hermon,
where the lions have their dens
and leopards live among the hills.
9
You have captured my heart,
my treasure, my bride.
You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,
with a single jewel of your necklace.
10
Your love delights me,
my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
your perfume more fragrant than spices.
11
Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
like the cedars of Lebanon.
12
You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,
a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
13
Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates
with rare spices —
henna with nard,
14
nard and saffron,
fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
and every other lovely spice.
15
You are a garden fountain,
a well of fresh water
streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.
16
Awake, north wind!
Rise up, south wind!
Blow on my garden
and spread its fragrance all around.
Come into your garden, my love;
taste its finest fruits.
King James Version
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.
New King James Version
1
Behold, you
are
fair, my love!
Behold, you
are
fair!
You
have
dove’s eyes behind your veil.
Your hair
is
like a flock of goats,
Going down from Mount Gilead.
2
Your teeth
are
like a flock of shorn
sheep
Which have come up from the washing,
Every one of which bears twins,
And none
is
barren among them.
3
Your lips
are
like a strand of scarlet,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
Are
like a piece of pomegranate.
4
Your neck
is
like the tower of David,
Built for an armory,
On which hang a thousand bucklers,
All shields of mighty men.
5
Your two breasts
are
like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle,
Which feed among the lilies.
6
Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
7
You
are
all fair, my love,
And
there is
no spot in you.
8
Come with me from Lebanon,
my
spouse,
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.
9
You have ravished my heart,
My sister,
my
spouse;
You have ravished my heart
With one
look
of your eyes,
With one link of your necklace.
10
How fair is your love,
My sister,
my
spouse!
How much better than wine is your love,
And the scent of your perfumes
Than all spices!
11
Your lips, O
my
spouse,
Drip as the honeycomb;
Honey and milk
are
under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is
like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12
A garden enclosed
Is
my sister,
my
spouse,
A spring shut up,
A fountain sealed.
13
Your plants
are
an orchard of pomegranates
With pleasant fruits,
Fragrant henna 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, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That
its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant fruits.
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