Song of Solomon 4

¹Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;

²Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,

³Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,

⁴Thy neck is like the tower of David

⁵Thy two breasts are like two fawns

⁶Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,

⁷Thou art all fair, my love;

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

⁹Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;

¹⁰How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!

¹¹Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb:

¹²A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;

¹³Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;

¹⁴Spikenard and saffron,

¹⁵Thou art a fountain of gardens,

¹⁶Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;