Song Of Solomon 4 ©

The Bridegroom commends the bride for her beauty, v. 1, etc. He tells her that He will be absent from her for a while, 6. He calls her to come down unto Him, 8. Testifying His love unto her, 9. And commending her yet further, 10. The bride beseeches her Bridegroom to come speedily unto her, and to work powerfully and effectually in her by His Holy Spirit, to the end that she may bring forth fruits which may be pleasing and acceptable to Him, 15.


BEHOLD, 1thou art fair, my love; behold, 2thou art fair; thou hast 3doves’ eyes 4withina thy locks: thyb hair 5is as a flock of goats, that 6appear from 7mount Gilead.


8Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even 9shorn, 10which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is 11barren among them.


12Thy lips are 13like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech isc comely: thy temples are like a 14piece of a pomegranate 15within thy locks.


16Thyd neck is like the tower of David builded 17for an armoury, whereon there hang a 18thousand bucklers, all shields 19of mighty men.


Thye20two breasts 21are like two young roes that are twins, 22which feed among the lilies.


23Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.


24Thou art all fair, my love; there is no 25spot in thee.


26Come with me from Lebanon, 27my spouse, with me from 28Lebanon: look from the 29top of 30Amana, from the top of 31Shenir and 32Hermon, from the 33lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.34


35Thou hast 36ravished my heart, 37my sister, my spouse; 38thou hast ravished my heart 39with one of thine eyes, with one 40chain 41of thy neck.


42How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than 43wine! and the smell 44of thine ointments than all 45spices!


46Thy lips, O my spouse, 47drop as the honeycomb: 48honey and milk are under thy tongue; and 49the smell of thy garments is like 50the smell of Lebanon.


A garden 51inclosed is my sister, my spouse; 52a spring shut up, 53a fountain sealed.


54Thy plants are 55an orchard of pomegranates, with 56pleasant fruits; 57camphire,f with spikenard,


Spikenard and saffron; 58calamus and cinnamon, with all 59trees of frankincense; myrrh and 60aloes, with 61all the chief spices:62


63A fountain of gardens, a well 64of living waters, and 65streams from Lebanon.


66Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; 67blow upon 68my garden, 69that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and 70eat his 71pleasant fruits.