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Song of Solomon4

The Beloved ardently praises the Shulamite's unparalleled beauty, describing her features with rich natural and architectural imagery. He declares her entirely fair and without blemish, then invites her to join him from the mountains. He likens her to an exclusive, fragrant garden, a source of living waters, leading to her invitation for him to enter her garden.

The Bridegroom's Adoration

1
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead. ​
2
Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
3
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4
Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
5
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
6
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7
You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
11
Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12
A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
14
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15
a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
16
Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

Study Notes for Song of Solomon 4

Verse 1

The bridegroom begins an elaborate description of his beloved's beauty, using vivid imagery drawn from nature and everyday life. The repetition of 'Behold, thou art fair' emphasizes his intense admiration.

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