Song of Solomon 4

Behold, you are beautiful, my love.

Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,

Your lips are like scarlet thread.

Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory,

Your two breasts are like two fawns

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,

You are all beautiful, my love.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride.

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!

Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.

My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden;

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits,

spikenard and saffron,

a fountain of gardens,

Awake, north wind, and come, you south!