Song of Solomon 4

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.

My love, you are beautiful, truly beautiful. Your eyes, they're gentle like a dove's, hidden beneath your hair. Your hair, it flows like a herd of goats descending from Mount Gilead.

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.

Your smile is as radiant as a herd of freshly sheared sheep, gleaming after a bath. Each tooth is perfectly paired, like twins, with no gaps in between.

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.

Your lips are as red as a scarlet thread, your words are lovely. Your cheeks glow like slices of pomegranate hidden in your hair.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Your neck stands tall and strong, like David's tower built for protection, adorned with a thousand shields of brave warriors.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

Your two breasts are as beautiful and tender as twin fawns, grazing among the lilies.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Until dawn arrives and darkness fades, I will seek solace in the comforting mountain of myrrh and the soothing hill of frankincense.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

You are perfect in my eyes, my love; I see no flaws in you.

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.

Join me, my bride, on a journey from Lebanon. Let's gaze upon the peaks of Amana, Shenir, and Hermon. Let's venture from the lion's lairs and the leopard-filled mountains.

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.

You've captivated my heart, my dear, my bride; your single glance, your simple necklace, have completely stolen my heart.

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!

Your love, my dear, my bride, is so pure and beautiful! It's even more intoxicating than the finest wine! And your scent, it's more delightful than any spice!

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.

Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the scent of your clothes is as refreshing as the scent of a Lebanese forest.

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

My beloved, my bride, is like a private garden, a hidden spring, a secret fountain - untouched, pure, and uniquely mine.

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

Your gardens are like a pomegranate grove, filled with delightful fruits; mingling with the fragrant scents of henna and nard.

Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

Exquisite spikenard and vibrant saffron; soothing calamus and warm cinnamon, amidst all the fragrant frankincense trees; bitter-sweet myrrh and healing aloes, mingling with all the finest spices.

A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

A sanctuary of lush gardens, a source of life-giving water, and rivers flowing from the heart of Lebanon.

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.

Arise, fierce north wind, and gentle south, breathe life into my garden, releasing its fragrant spices. May my love enter this garden, savoring its delightful fruits.