Song of Solomon 4

Berean Standard Bible

Chapter summary

A man addresses his beloved, praising her physical beauty with numerous metaphors comparing her features to doves, goats streaming down Mount Gilead, shorn sheep, a scarlet ribbon, a pomegranate, the tower of David, and fawns. He declares her altogether flawless, invites her to come with him from Lebanon, Amana, Senir, and Hermon, and expresses how her love and presence have captivated his heart. He further describes her as a locked garden, an enclosed spring, and an orchard filled with pomegranates, henna, nard, saffron, calamus, cinnamon, frankincense, myrrh, and aloes. Finally, the woman calls upon the north and south winds to blow over her garden so that its fragrance spreads, and she invites her beloved to enter the garden and eat its choicest fruits.

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¹How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. ²Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost. ³Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. ⁴Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. ⁵Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. ⁶Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. ⁷You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw. ⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. ⁹You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck. ¹⁰How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices. ¹¹Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon. ¹²My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed. ¹³Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard, ¹⁴with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices. ¹⁵You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon. ¹⁶Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.

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Louis Segond 1910 and Berean Standard Bible: public domain. Cross references: open-cross-ref, Creative Commons BY 4.0.