Song of Songs 4:3-11

3Your lips are like a scarlet thread; your mouth is lovely. Your forehead behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

4Your neck is like the tower of David built with courses of stones; one thousand shields are hung on it – all shields of valiant warriors.

5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.

6Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7You are altogether beautiful, my darling! There is no blemish in you!

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.

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

10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!

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.