雅歌 4

1Ah, you are fair, my darling,Ah, you are fair.Your eyes are like dovesBehind your veil.Your hair is like a flock of goatsStreaming down Mount Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of ewes uncertain, perhaps “shorn ones.” Climbing up from the washing pool;All of them bear twins,And not one loses her young.

3Your lips are like a crimson thread,Your mouth is lovely.Your brow behind your veil[Gleams] like a pomegranate split open.

4Your neck is like the Tower of David,Built to hold weapons, Hung with a thousand shields—All the quivers of warriors.

5Your breasts are like two fawns,Twins of a gazelle,Browsing among the lilies.

6When the day blows gentlyAnd the shadows flee,I will betake me to the mount of myrrh,To the hill of frankincense.

7Every part of you is fair, my darling,There is no blemish in you.

8From Lebanon come with me;From Lebanon, my bride, with me!Trip down from Amana’s peak,From the peak of Senir and Hermon,From the dens of lions,From the hills of leopards.

9You have captured my heart,My own, my bride,You have captured my heartWith one [glance] of your eyes,With one coil of your necklace.

10How sweet is your love,My own, my bride!How much more delightful your love than wine,Your ointments more fragrantThan any spice!

11Sweetness dropsFrom your lips, O bride;Honey and milkAre under your tongue;And the scent of your robesIs like the scent of Lebanon.

12A garden lockedIs my own, my bride,A fountain locked,A sealed-up spring.

13Your limbs are an orchard of pomegranatesAnd of all luscious fruits,Of henna and of nard—

14Nard and saffron,Fragrant reed and cinnamon,With all aromatic woods,Myrrh and aloes—All the choice perfumes.

15[You are] a garden spring,A well of fresh water, A rill of Lebanon.

16Awake, O north wind,Come, O south wind!Blow upon my garden,That its perfume may spread.Let my beloved come to his gardenAnd enjoy its luscious fruits!