The Groom
Song of Songs 4, verse 1. Behold, you are beautiful, my companion, Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil; Your hair is as flocks of goats Coming down from Gilead. Song of Songs 4, verse 2. Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep That went up from the washing, All of them bearing twins, And none among them is barren. Song of Songs 4, verse 3. Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, And your manner of speech is pleasant. As the rind of a pomegranate Are your cheeks behind your veil. Song of Songs 4, verse 4. Your neck is like the tower of David, The one built on courses of stone. A thousand shields hang upon it, All the arrows of the mighty men. Song of Songs 4, verse 5. Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies. Song of Songs 4, verse 6. Until the day dawns and the shadows depart, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense. Song of Songs 4, verse 7. You are altogether beautiful, And there is no blemish in you. Song of Songs 4, verse 8. Come from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Beginning with faithfulness, you shall come and pass through From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions And the mountains of leopards. Song of Songs 4, verse 9. My sister, my bride, you ravished my heart; You have ravished my heart with one look from your eyes, With one jewel of your necklace. Song of Songs 4, verse 10. My sister, my bride, How beautiful are your breasts. How much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, And the fragrance of your garments than all the spices. Song of Songs 4, verse 11. Your lips, my bride, drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is as the scent of Lebanon. Song of Songs 4, verse 12. My sister, my bride, is an enclosed garden; An enclosed garden, a sealed fountain. Song of Songs 4, verse 13. Your plants are a garden of pomegranates With the fragrance of a fruit harvest And aromatic plants: Song of Songs 4, verse 14. Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon; With every tree of Lebanon, Myrrh, aloes, with all the finest spices; Song of Songs 4, verse 15. A fountain of gardens, A well of living and rushing water from Lebanon.
The Bride
Song of Songs 4, verse 16. Awake, O north wind, And come, O south wind; Blow through my garden And let my spices flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat of its fruits.