Song of Songs 4:3-11

3Your lips are like scarlet ribbon; your mouth is inviting. Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil.

4Your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David, jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.

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

6Before the dawn breezes blow and the night shadows flee, I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

7You are altogether beautiful, my darling, beautiful in every way.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Come down from Mount Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, where the lions have their dens and leopards live among the hills.

9You have captured my heart, my treasure, my bride. You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes, with a single jewel of your necklace.

10Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices.

11Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. Your clothes are scented like the cedars of Lebanon.