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Solomon Admires his Beloved
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.
Solomon’s Love Expressed
“How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.
“How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
“Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
“Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
“Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built with rows of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the mighty men.
Built with rows of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
“Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
“Until the cool of the day
When the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
When the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
“You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
And there is no blemish in you.
And there is no blemish in you.
[Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon, -- Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
“Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
May you come with me from Lebanon.
Journey down from the summit of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
May you come with me from Lebanon.
Journey down from the summit of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
“You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride;
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
Thy lips, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
“Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
“A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.
A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.
Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
“Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,
With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,
Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.
“You are a garden spring,
A well of fresh water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”
A well of fresh water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”
The Bride
Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.
Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.
“Awake, O north wind,
And come, wind of the south;
Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
Let its spices be wafted abroad.
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choice fruits!”
And come, wind of the south;
Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
Let its spices be wafted abroad.
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choice fruits!”