Song of Songs 4:3-11

3Your lips are like a scarlet cord, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.

4Your neck is like the tower of David, constructed in layers. A thousand shields are hung on it — all of them shields of warriors.

5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

6Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

7You are absolutely beautiful, my darling; there is no imperfection in you.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride. You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

10How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride. Your caresses are much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

11Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.