4:1  " How beautiful you look, my darling, How beautiful you look! Your eyes look like doves behind your veil; Your hair resembles a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead.

4:2  "Your teeth resmble a flock of newly shorn ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

4:3  "Your lips resemble a scarlet thread, And your mouth looks lovely Your temples resemble a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.

4:4  "Your neck resembles the tower of David, Built with rows of stones On which hang a thousand shields, All the round shields of the mighty men.

4:5  "Your two breasts resemble two fawns, Twins of a gazelle Which feed among the lilies.

4:6  " Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.

4:7  " You look altogether beautiful, my darling, And you have no blemish in you.

4:8  "Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, May you come with me from Lebanon Journey down from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

4:9  "You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace.

4:10  " How beautiful I consider your love, my sister, my bride! How much better I consider your love than wine, And the fragrance of your oils Than all kinds of spices!

4:11  "Your lips, my bride, drip honey; Honey and milk reside under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments resembles the fragrance of Lebanon.

4:12  "A garden locked I regard my sister, my bride, A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.

4:13  "Your shoots resemble an orchard of pomegranates With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,

4:14   Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.

4:15  "You resemble a garden spring, A well of fresh water, And streams flowing from Lebanon."

4:16  " Awake, O north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices waft abroad May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits!"