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World English Bible

Song of Solomon 4 (WEBP)

[1] Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
[2] Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
[3] Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
[4] Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
[5] Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
[6] Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
[7] You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
[8] Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
[9] You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
[10] How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
[11] Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
[12] My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
[13] Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
[14] spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
[15] a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
[16] Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

Scripture quotations are taken from The World English Bible™ of, 2020 stable text edition. It is in the public domain.

King James w/Strong’s #s

Song of Solomon 4 (KJVS)

[1] Behold, thou [art] fair , my love ; behold, thou [art] fair ; thou [hast] doves ’ eyes within thy locks : thy hair [is] as a flock of goats , that appear from mount Gilead .
[2] Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn (), which came up () from the washing ; whereof every one bear twins (), and none [is] barren among them.
[3] Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet , and thy speech [is] comely : thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks .
[4] Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded () for an armoury , whereon there hang () a thousand bucklers , all shields of mighty men .
[5] Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins , which feed () among the lilies .
[6] Until the day break (), and the shadows flee away (), I will get () me to the mountain of myrrh , and to the hill of frankincense .
[7] Thou [art] all fair , my love ; [there is] no spot in thee.
[8] Come () with me from Lebanon , [my] spouse , with me from Lebanon : look () from the top of Amana , from the top of Shenir and Hermon , from the lions ’ dens , from the mountains of the leopards .
[9] Thou hast ravished my heart (), my sister , [my] spouse ; thou hast ravished my heart () with one of thine eyes , with one chain of thy neck .
[10] How fair () is thy love , my sister , [my] spouse ! how much better () is thy love than wine ! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices !
[11] Thy lips , O [my] spouse , drop () [as] the honeycomb : honey and milk [are] under thy tongue ; and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon .
[12] A garden inclosed () [is] my sister , [my] spouse ; a spring shut up (), a fountain sealed ().
[13] Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates , with pleasant fruits ; camphire , with spikenard ,
[14] Spikenard and saffron ; calamus and cinnamon , with all trees of frankincense ; myrrh and aloes , with all the chief spices :
[15] A fountain of gardens , a well of living waters , and streams () from Lebanon .
[16] Awake (), O north wind ; and come (), thou south ; blow () upon my garden , [that] the spices thereof may flow out (). Let my beloved come () into his garden , and eat () his pleasant fruits .

Young’s Literal Translation

Song of Solomon 4 (YLT)

[1] Lo, thou art fair, my friend, lo, thou art fair, Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,
[2] Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
[3] As a thread of scarlet are thy lips, And thy speech is comely, As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil,
[4] As the tower of David is thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
[5] Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
[6] Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.
[7] Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
[8] Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
[9] Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
[10] How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.
[11] Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments Is as the fragrance of Lebanon.
[12] A garden shut up is my sister-spouse, A spring shut up-a fountain sealed.
[13] Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
[14] Cypresses with nard-nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
[15] A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
[16] Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!