Song of Solomon 4:1-7
International Standard Version
The Lover
4 Look at you! You are beautiful, my darling.
Look at you! You are so beautiful.
Your eyes behind your veil are doves,
your hair is like a flock of goats
coming down from Mt. Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep about to be sheared,[a]
who are coming up from being washed.[b]
All of them are twins,
not one has lost[c] her young.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Behind your veil,
your temple is like a slice of pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
built with rows of stones.
A thousand shields are hung upon it,
all the shields of the warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks[d] and the shadows flee,
I’ll go to the mountain of myrrh[e]
and to the hill of frankincense.[f]
7 My darling, you are altogether beautiful
and there is no blemish in you.
Footnotes
- Song of Solomon 4:2 Or like sheared sheep
- Song of Solomon 4:2 Lit. from washing
- Song of Solomon 4:2 Lit. been bereaved of; i.e. her teeth match
- Song of Solomon 4:6 Or until the cool of the day; lit. until the day breathes;
- Song of Solomon 4:6 Myrrh was a fragrant spice used as a perfume.
- Song of Solomon 4:6 Frankincense was a fragrant spice used to make incense and perfume.
Song of Solomon 4:1-7
King James Version
4 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
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