Song of Songs 4 - UPDV Updated Bible Version

^4:1 Look, you are beautiful, my love; look, you are beautiful; Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
^4:2 Your teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which have come up from the washing, Of which everyone has twins, And none is bereaved among them.
^4:3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, And your mouth is comely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
^4:4 Your neck is like the tower of David Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.
^4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
^4:6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
^4:7 You are entirely beautiful, my love; And there is no spot in you.
^4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
^4:9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
^4:10 How fair is your love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your oils than all manner of spices!
^4:11 Your lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
^4:12 A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
^4:13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,
^4:14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
^4:15 [You are] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
^4:16 Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

Song of Songs, Chapter 4