Cânticos 4

1 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks; thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead.

2 Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; of which every one bear twins, and none [is] barren among them.

3 Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] lovely; thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

4 Thy neck [is] like the tower of David built for teaching, upon which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which are fed among the lilies.

6 Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, [I] will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

7 Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee.

8 With me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, thou shalt come with me from Lebanon; thou shalt look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 Thou hast taken hold of my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast imprisoned my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

11 Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drip [as] the honeycomb; honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A closed garden [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy [newly budded] plants [are] a paradise of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

14 spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, that flow from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden [that] the aroma [of its spices] may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his sweet fruits.: