Cânticos 4

1 How beautiful you are, my darling! ¶ Oh, how beautiful! ¶ Your eyes behind your veil are doves. ¶ Your hair is like a flock of goats ¶ descending from the hills of Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. ¶ Each has its twin; ¶ not one of them is alone.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. ¶ Your temples behind your veil ¶ are like the halves of a pomegranate.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with courses of stone [^1] ; ¶ on it hang a thousand shields, ¶ all of them shields of warriors.

5 Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle ¶ that browse among the lilies.

6 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, ¶ I will go to the mountain of myrrh ¶ and to the hill of incense.

7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, ¶ come with me from Lebanon. ¶ Descend from the crest of Amana, ¶ from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, ¶ from the lions' dens ¶ and the mountain haunts of leopards.

9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart ¶ with one glance of your eyes, ¶ with one jewel of your necklace.

10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, ¶ and the fragrance of your perfume ¶ more than any spice!

11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. ¶ The fragrance of your garments ¶ is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12 You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.

13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, ¶ with henna and nard,

14 nard and saffron, ¶ calamus and cinnamon, ¶ with every kind of incense tree, ¶ with myrrh and aloes ¶ and all the finest spices.

15 You are [^2] a garden fountain, a well of flowing water ¶ streaming down from Lebanon.

16 Awake, north wind, ¶ and come, south wind! ¶ Blow on my garden, ¶ that its fragrance may spread everywhere. ¶ Let my beloved come into his garden ¶ and taste its choice fruits.