Song of Solomon 4 New Life Version (NLV)
4 “How beautiful you are, my love! How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your face-covering. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mount Gilead. 2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that have just had their wool cut and have come up from their washing. All have given birth to two lambs, and not one among them has lost her young. 3 Your lips are like a bright red string. Your mouth is beautiful. The sides of your face are like a piece of a pomegranate under your covering. 4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with beauty. On it hang a thousand battle-coverings, the coverings of men of war. 5 Your two breasts are like two young deer, the two young ones of a gazelle, that eat among the lilies. 6 Until the morning comes and the shadows hurry away, I will go to the mountain of perfume plants, to the hill of special perfume.
7 “You are all beautiful, my love. You are perfect. 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. May you come with me from Lebanon. Travel down from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the homes of lions, from the mountain homes of leopards. 9 You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride. You have made my heart beat faster with one look from your eyes, with one piece of the beautiful chain around your neck. 10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the sweet smell of your oils than all kinds of spices! 11 Honey comes from your lips, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. And the sweet smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon. 12 A garden closed and locked is my sister, my bride, a garden shut up and covered over. 13 Your young branches are a garden of pomegranates with all the best fruits, henna with nard plants. 14 There is nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices. 15 You are a garden well, a well of flowing water, and rivers coming from Lebanon.”
16 “Wake up, O north wind! Come, south wind! Blow upon my garden so the sweet smells will spread far. May my loved one come into his garden and eat its best fruits.”