Cânticos 4

1 Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes look forth from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil’ad.

2 Thy teeth are like a flock of well–selected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.

3 Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang–thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7 Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.––

8 Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions’ dens, from the leopards’ mountains.

9 Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

10 How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, my bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.

11 Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

12 A locked–up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked–up spring, a sealed fountain.

13 Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;

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

15 A garden–spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.––

16 Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.––