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Solomon’s Love Expressed
1How beautiful ayou are, my darling,2How beautiful you are!Your beyes are like doves cbehind your veil;Your dhair is like a flock of goatsThat have descended from Mount eGilead.2 “Your ateeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheepWhich have come up from their watering place,All of which bear twins,And not one among them has lost her young.3 “Your lips are like a ascarlet thread,And your bmouth is beautiful.Your ctemples are like a slice of a pomegranateBehind your veil.4 “Your aneck is like the tower of David,Built with layers of stonesOn which are bhung a thousand shields,All the round cshields of the warriors.5 “Your atwo breasts are like two fawns,Twins of a gazelleThat bgraze among the lilies.6 aUntil 1the cool of the dayWhen the shadows flee,I will go my way to the mountain of bmyrrhAnd to the hill of cfrankincense.
7 aYou are altogether beautiful, my darling,And there is no blemish on you.8 Come with me from aLebanon, my bbride,You shall come with me from Lebanon.You shall 1come down from the summit of cAmana,From the summit of dSenir and Hermon,From the dens of lions,From the mountains of leopards.9 “You have 1enchanted my heart, amy sister, my bride;You have 2enchanted my heart with a single glance of your eyes,With a single strand of your bnecklace.10 aHow beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!How much 1bsweeter is your love than wine,And the cfragrance of your oilsThan that of all kinds of balsam oils!11 “Your lips adrip bhoney, my bride;Honey and milk are under your tongue,And the fragrance of your garments is like the cfragrance of Lebanon.12 “A locked garden is my sister, my bride,A locked spring, a asealed bfountain.13 “Your branches are an 1aorchard of bpomegranatesWith cdelicious fruits, dhenna with nard plants,14 aNard and saffron, spice reed and bcinnamon,With all the trees of cfrankincense,dMyrrh, and aloes, along with all the finest balsam oils.15 You are a garden spring,A well of 1afresh water,And flowing streams from Lebanon.”
The Bride
16 Awake, north wind,And come, wind of the south;1Make my agarden breathe out fragrance,May its balsam oils flow.May bmy beloved come into his gardenAnd eat its cdelicious fruits!”
The Groom
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