Song of Songs 4
(1) Male:
“You’re so beautiful, my partner! … So beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind that veil of yours. Your hair is like a flock of goats cascading down Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool has been freshly trimmed and washed—each with its twin, and not one of them is out of place. Your lips are a like scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a slice of pomegranate behind that veil of yours. Your neck is like one of David’s towers, built with an arsenal of stones and with the shields of a thousand warriors hanging on its walls. Your boobs are like two young deer twins grazing among the lilies. I’m gonna explore this mountain of myrrh and hillside of frankincense until the cool of the day comes and the shadows retreat.
“Everything about you is beautiful, my darling—you don’t have a single flaw in you. Come with me as I leave Lebanon, my bride. Join me. Let’s journey down from the peaks of Amana, Senir, and Hermon. Let’s journey down, away from the dens where lions live and the mountains that house leopards.
“You make my heart beat faster, my love, my bride. You make it race with just a single glance from your eyes or with just a single strand of your necklace. Your love is so beautiful, my lover and my bride! Your love is so much better than wine. Your love is better than the aroma of your oils, and it’s better than all kinds of spices! My bride, your lips are dripping with honey—it’s like you hide honey and milk beneath your tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon. My bride is a garden that’s under lock and bolt—a locked fountain or a spring that’s sealed up. Your sprouts are a botanical garden of pomegranates full of excellence, henna flowers, and nard plants. You are full of nard, saffron, calamus, and cinnamon! You have myrrh, aloes, and all the finest spices. You are a garden spring, a well of living water, with streams flowing from Lebanon.”
(16) Female:
“Arouse yourself, north wind! Come here, wind from the south! Carry my garden’s fragrance, and let its aromas be wafted about. Let my lover come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.”
