Song of Solomon 4:8-11

The Voice

⁸     Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
        come with me from Lebanon.
    Journey with me from the crest of Amana,
        from the top of Senir even the summit of Hermon,
    From the lions’ dangerous den,
        from the mountain hideouts of leopards.
⁹     My heart is your captive, my sister, my bride;
        you have stolen it with one glance,
        caught it with a single strand of your necklace.
¹⁰     How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
        Your love is more pleasing than the finest wine,
        and the fragrance of your perfume brings more delight than any spice!
¹¹     Your lips taste sweet like honey off the comb, my bride;
        milk and honey are beneath your tongue.
    The scents of your clothes are like the fresh air of Lebanon.