שיר השירים ד

Ah, you are fair, my darling,
Ah, you are fair.
Your eyes are like doves
Behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
Streaming down Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes uncertain, perhaps “shorn ones.”
Climbing up from the washing pool;
All of them bear twins,
And not one loses her young.

Your lips are like a crimson thread,
Your mouth is lovely.
Your brow behind your veil
[Gleams] like a pomegranate split open.

Your neck is like the Tower of David,
Built to hold weapons,
Hung with a thousand shields—
All the quivers of warriors.

Your breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle,
Browsing among the lilies.

When the day blows gently
And the shadows flee,
I will betake me to the mount of myrrh,
To the hill of frankincense.

Every part of you is fair, my darling,
There is no blemish in you.

From Lebanon come with me;
From Lebanon, my bride, with me!
Trip down from Amana’s peak,
From the peak of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the hills of leopards.

You have captured my heart,
My own, my bride,
You have captured my heart
With one [glance] of your eyes,
With one coil of your necklace.

How sweet is your love,
My own, my bride!
How much more delightful your love than wine,
Your ointments more fragrant
Than any spice!

Sweetness drops
From your lips, O bride;
Honey and milk
Are under your tongue;
And the scent of your robes
Is like the scent of Lebanon.

A garden locked
Is my own, my bride,
A fountain locked,
A sealed-up spring.

Your limbs are an orchard of pomegranates
And of all luscious fruits,
Of henna and of nard—

Nard and saffron,
Fragrant reed and cinnamon,
With all aromatic woods,
Myrrh and aloes—
All the choice perfumes.

[You are] a garden spring,
A well of fresh water,
A rill of Lebanon.

Awake, O north wind,
Come, O south wind!
Blow upon my garden,
That its perfume may spread.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And enjoy its luscious fruits!