Song of Songs 4:3-11

3Your lips are like a scarlet thread and your speech is lovely. Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.

4Like the tower of David is your neck, built for weapons. A thousand shields are hung on it —all shields of warriors.

5Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin gazelles grazing among the lilies.

6Until the day cools and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

7You are altogether lovely, my darling, and no blemish is in you.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Watch from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, even Hermon, from lions’ dens, from mountains of leopards.

9You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride— you captivated me with one of your eyes, with one jewel from your necklace.

10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils better than all spices!

11Your lips, my bride, drip honey from the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.