Song of Solomon

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

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.

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!

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.

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.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

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.

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.

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.

Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

Behold his bed, which is Solomon"s; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother"s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.