Song of Songs 4:3
Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
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4You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
5Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
7Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
4Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
5Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
10How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
11Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
13The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
1How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
2Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
3Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
5Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
7You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
8I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
9And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
1See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
10My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.
11His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.
12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.
13His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.
15His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
16His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
9I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
10Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
11We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
2You are fairer than the children of men; grace is flowing through your lips; for this cause the blessing of God is with you for ever.
2Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
3Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
4Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.
5I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
14My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
15See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
15You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
9She will put a crown of grace on your head, giving you a head-dress of glory.
3For honey is dropping from the lips of the strange woman, and her mouth is smoother than oil;
10Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
7Her holy ones were cleaner than snow, they were whiter than milk, their bodies were redder than corals, their form was as the sapphire:
25Let not your heart's desire go after her fair body; let not her eyes take you prisoner.
12And I put a ring in your nose and ear-rings in your ears and a beautiful crown on your head.