Song of Solomon 4
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)Translation
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
Berean Standard Bible
1How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
1How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
2Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
3Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
6Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
7You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
8Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.
9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
10How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
11Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
11Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
12My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
12My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
14Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
14with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
15The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
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