Solomon Arrives for the Wedding
Solomon Admires His Bride’s Beauty
SONG OF SOLOMON 4 [†] Behold, m you are beautiful, my love,
behold, you are beautiful!
n Your eyes are doves
o behind your veil.
p Your hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down q the slopes of Gilead.
2[†] Your r 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 s a scarlet thread,
and your mouth is t lovely.
Your u cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
o behind your veil.
4[†] Your v neck is like the tower of David,
on it x hang a thousand shields,
all of y them shields of warriors.
5[†] Your z two breasts are like two a fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
that b graze among the lilies.
and the shadows flee,
I will go away to the mountain of d myrrh
and the hill of d frankincense.
7[†] e You are altogether beautiful, my love;
there is no f flaw in you.
8[†] g Come with me from h Lebanon, my i bride;
come with me from h Lebanon.
Depart [2] from the peak of Amana,
from the peak of j Senir and k Hermon,
from the dens of lions,
from the mountains of leopards.
9[†] You have captivated my heart, my l sister, my bride;
you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one m jewel of your necklace.
10[†] How beautiful is your love, my l sister, my bride!
How much n better is your love than wine,
and o the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11[†] Your p lips drip nectar, my bride;
q honey and milk are under your tongue;
the fragrance of your garments is r like the fragrance of h Lebanon.
12[†] A garden locked is my l sister, my bride,
a spring locked, s a fountain t sealed.
13[^][†] Your shoots are u an orchard of pomegranates
with all v choicest fruits,
14[†] nard and saffron, y calamus and y cinnamon,
with all trees of z frankincense,
with all y choice spices—
15[†] a garden fountain, a well of c living water,
and flowing streams from h Lebanon.
16[†] Awake, O north wind,
and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my d garden,
let its spices flow.
She
e Let my beloved come to his f garden,
and eat its v choicest fruits.
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