Amplified Bible

Song of Solomon 4

Solomon’s Love Expressed

(The Bridegroom)

1“How fair and beautiful you are, my darling,
How very beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are like those of a dove;
Your hair is like [the shimmering black fleece of] a flock of [Arabian] goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead [beyond the Jordan].

“Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes
Which have come up from washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.

“Your lips are like a ribbon of scarlet,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of the pomegranate
Behind your veil.

“Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built with rows of [glistening] stones,
Whereon hang a thousand shields,
All of them shields of warriors.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.

“Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
[In my thoughts] I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.

“O my love, you are altogether beautiful and fair.
There is no flaw nor blemish in you!

Come away with me from Lebanon, my [promised] bride,
May you come with me from Lebanon.
Journey down from the top of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.

“You have ravished my heart and given me courage, my sister, my [promised] bride;
You have ravished my heart and given me courage with a single glance of your eyes,
With one jewel of your necklace.
“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my [promised] bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of balsam and spices.
“Your lips, my [promised] bride, drip honey [as the honeycomb];
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
“A garden enclosed is my sister, my [promised] bride—
A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.
“Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates,
[A paradise] with precious fruits, henna with fragrant plants,
Fragrant plants and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
You are a fountain in a garden,
A well of fresh and living water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”

(The Shulammite Bride)

“Awake, O north wind,
And come, south wind [blow softly upon my garden];
Make my garden breathe out fragrance, [for the one in whom my soul delights],
Let its spices flow forth.
Let my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choicest fruits.”

New International Reader's Version

Song of Songs 4

The king says to the Shulammite woman

1“You are so beautiful, my love!
    So beautiful!
    Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.
Your hair flows like a flock of black goats
    coming down from the hills of Gilead.
Your teeth are as clean as a flock of sheep.
    Their wool has just been clipped.
    They have just come up from being washed.
Each of your teeth has its twin.
    Not one of them is alone.
Your lips are like a bright red ribbon.
    Your mouth is so lovely.
Your cheeks behind your veil
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.
Your neck is strong and beautiful like the tower of David.
    That tower is built with rows of stones.
A thousand shields are hanging on it.
    All of them belong to mighty soldiers.
Your breasts are lovely.
    They are like two young antelopes
    that eat among the lilies.
I will go to the mountain of myrrh.
    I’ll go to the hill of incense.
I’ll stay there until the day begins
    and the shadows fade away.
Every part of you is so beautiful, my love.
    There is no flaw in you.

“Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
    Come with me from Lebanon.
Come down from the top of Mount Amana.
    Come down from the top of Senir.
    Come to me from the peak of Mount Hermon.
Leave the dens where the lions live.
    Leave the places in the mountains where the leopards stay.
My bride, you have stolen my heart
    with one glance of your eyes.
My sister, you have stolen my heart
    with one jewel in your necklace.
10 My bride, your love is so delightful.
    My sister, your love makes me happier than wine does.
    Your perfume smells better than any spice.
11 Your lips are as sweet as honey, my bride.
    Milk and honey are under your tongue.
    Your clothes smell like the cedar trees in Lebanon.
12 My bride, you are like a garden that is locked up.
    My sister, you are like a spring of water that has a fence around it.
    You are like a fountain that is sealed up.
13 You are like trees whose branches are loaded
    with pomegranates, fine fruits, henna and nard,
14     with nard and saffron, cane and cinnamon.
You are like every kind of incense tree.
    You have myrrh, aloes
    and all the finest spices.
15 You are like a fountain in a garden.
    You are like a well of flowing water
    streaming down from Lebanon.”

The woman says

16 “Wake up, north wind!
    Come, south wind!
Blow on my garden.
    Then its sweet smell will spread everywhere.
Let my love come into his garden.
    Let him taste its fine fruits.”