Cânticos 4

1 The Beloved »You are beautiful my love, you are beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.

2 »Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn and washed. Each has its twin and not one of them is alone.

3 »Your lips are like a thread of scarlet and your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.

4 »Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

5 »Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

6 »Until the daybreaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7 »You are all fair, my love. There is no spot in you.

8 »Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon! Look from the peak of Mount Amana, from the peak of Mount Shenir and Mount Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

9 »You have ravished my heart, my sister, and my spouse. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain around your neck.

10 »How fair is your love, my sister, and my spouse! How much better is your love than wine! The smell of your perfume than all spices!

11 »Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 »A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 »Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with ointment,

14 »Ointment 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, and streams from Lebanon.«

16 The Shulamite »Awake, O north wind; and come south; blow upon my garden that the spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.«