Song of Songs 4:1-5

New International Version

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4 How beautiful you are, my darling!
    Oh, how beautiful!
    Your eyes behind your veil^(A) are doves.^(B)
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from the hills of Gilead.^(C)
²Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
    not one of them is alone.^(D)
³Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
    your mouth^(E) is lovely.^(F)
Your temples behind your veil
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.^(G)
⁴Your neck is like the tower^(H) of David,
    built with courses of stone^[a];
on it hang a thousand shields,^(I)
    all of them shields of warriors.
⁵Your breasts^(J) are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle^(K)
    that browse among the lilies.^(L)

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Footnotes

Song of Songs 4:4 The meaning of the Hebrew for this phrase is uncertain.

Song of Songs 4:11

New International Version

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

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Song of Songs 4:11 in all English translations

Song of Songs 7:1-8

New International Version

7 ^[a]How beautiful your sandaled feet,
    O prince’s^(A) daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
    the work of an artist’s hands.
²Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.
³Your breasts^(B) are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle.
⁴Your neck is like an ivory tower.^(C)
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon^(D)
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon^(E)
    looking toward Damascus.
⁵Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.^(F)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.
⁶How beautiful^(G) you are and how pleasing,
    my love, with your delights!^(H)
⁷Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts^(I) like clusters of fruit.
⁸I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
    I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
    the fragrance of your breath like apples,^(J)