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Solomon Praises the Beauty of His Bride

[a]Behold, you are beautiful, (A)my darling,
Behold, you are beautiful!
Your (B)eyes are like doves (C)behind your veil;
Your (D)hair is like a flock of goats
That have leapt down from Mount (E)Gilead.
Your (F)teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has [b]lost her young.
Your lips are like a (G)scarlet thread,
And your (H)mouth is lovely.
Your (I)temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
Your (J)neck is like the tower of David,
Built [c]with rows of stones
On which are (K)hung one thousand shields,
All the small (L)shields of the mighty men.
Your (M)two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which [d](N)feed among the lilies.
(O)Until the day breathes
And the shadows flee,
I will go my way to the mountain of (P)myrrh
And to the hill of (Q)frankincense.

(R)You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
And there is no blemish in you.

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 4:1 BRIDEGROOM
  2. Song of Songs 4:2 Or miscarried
  3. Song of Songs 4:4 Or for an arsenal
  4. Song of Songs 4:5 Lit shepherd, cf. Song 1:7, 8; 2:16; 6:2

The Young Woman’s Beauty Extolled

How beautiful you are, my love,
    how very beautiful!
Your eyes are doves
    behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
    moving down the slopes of Gilead.(A)
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
    that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
    and not one among them is bereaved.(B)
Your lips are like a crimson thread,
    and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.(C)
Your neck is like the tower of David,
    built in courses;
on it hang a thousand bucklers,
    all of them shields of warriors.(D)
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle,
    that feed among the lilies.(E)
Until the day breathes
    and the shadows flee,
I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh
    and the hill of frankincense.(F)
You are altogether beautiful, my love;
    there is no flaw in you.(G)

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