Song.4.1
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.
Song.4.1
You're so beautiful, my darling, so beautiful, and your dove eyes are veiled By your hair as it flows and shimmers, like a flock of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine.
Song.4.1
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 Mount Gilead.
Song.4.1
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.
Song.4.1
How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats frisking down the slopes of Gilead.
Song.4.2
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.
Song.4.2
Your smile is generous and full--expressive and strong and clean.
Song.4.2
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.
Song.4.2
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.
Song.4.2
Your teeth are as white as sheep, newly shorn and washed. They are perfectly matched; not one is missing.
Song.4.3
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.
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Your lips are jewel red, your mouth elegant and inviting, your veiled cheeks soft and radiant.
Song.4.3
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
Song.4.3
Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate.
Song.4.3
Your lips are like a ribbon of scarlet. Oh, how beautiful your mouth! Your cheeks behind your veil are like pomegranate halves--lovely and delicious.
Song.4.4
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Song.4.4
The smooth, lithe lines of your neck command notice--all heads turn in awe and admiration!
Song.4.4
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with elegance; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
Song.4.4
Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.
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Your neck is as stately as the tower of David, jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.
Song.4.5
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Song.4.5
Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the first spring flowers.
Song.4.5
Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.
Song.4.5
Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
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Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.
Song.4.6
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Song.4.6
The sweet, fragrant curves of your body, the soft, spiced contours of your flesh Invite me, and I come. I stay until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.
Song.4.6
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense.
Song.4.6
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.
Song.4.6
Before the dawn comes and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Song.4.7
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Song.4.7
You're beautiful from head to toe, my dear love, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.
Song.4.7
All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
Song.4.7
You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you.
Song.4.7
You are so beautiful, my beloved, so perfect in every part.
Song.4.8
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.
Song.4.8
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Leave Lebanon behind, and come. Leave your high mountain hideaway. Abandon your wilderness seclusion, Where you keep company with lions and panthers guard your safety.
Song.4.8
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 the leopards.
Song.4.8
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.
Song.4.8
"Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come down from the top of Mount Amana, from Mount Senir and Mount Hermon, where lions have their dens and panthers prowl.
Song.4.9
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.
Song.4.9
You've captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love!
Song.4.9
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.
Song.4.9
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.
Song.4.9
You have ravished my heart, my treasure, my bride. I am overcome by one glance of your eyes, by a single bead of your necklace.
Song.4.10
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!
Song.4.10
How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend--far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than select spices.
Song.4.10
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!
Song.4.10
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!
Song.4.10
How sweet is your love, my treasure, my bride! How much better it is than wine! Your perfume is more fragrant than the richest of spices.
Song.4.11
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.
Song.4.11
The kisses of your lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor. Your clothes smell like the wild outdoors, the ozone scent of high mountains.
Song.4.11
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.
Song.4.11
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.
Song.4.11
Your lips, my bride, are as sweet as honey. Yes, honey and cream are under your tongue. The scent of your clothing is like that of the mountains and the cedars of Lebanon.
Song.4.12
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Song.4.12
Dear lover and friend, you're a secret garden, a private and pure fountain.
Song.4.12
You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
Song.4.12
A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed.
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"You are like a private garden, my treasure, my bride! You are like a spring that no one else can drink from, a fountain of my own.
Song.4.13
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Song.4.13
Body and soul, you are paradise, a whole orchard of succulent fruits--Ripe apricots and peaches, oranges and pears; Nut trees and cinnamon, and all scented woods;
Song.4.13
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard,
Song.4.13
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard,
Song.4.13
You are like a lovely orchard bearing precious fruit, with the rarest of perfumes:
Song.4.14
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
Song.4.14
Mint and lavender, and all herbs aromatic;
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nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.
Song.4.14
Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices--
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nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, myrrh and aloes, perfume from every incense tree, and every other lovely spice.
Song.4.15
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Song.4.15
A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.
Song.4.15
You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.
Song.4.15
A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.
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You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, as refreshing as the streams from the Lebanon mountains."
Song.4.16
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.
Song.4.16
Wake up, North Wind, get moving, South Wind! Breathe on my garden, fill the air with spice fragrance. Oh, let my lover enter his garden! Yes, let him eat the fine, ripe fruits.
Song.4.16
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
Song.4.16
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.
Song.4.16
Awake, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden and waft its lovely perfume to my lover. Let him come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.
