Songs of Solomon 4

Behold, you are beautiful, my love,behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, leaping down the slopes of Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from washing, all of which bear twin, and not one among them has lost its young. Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of pomegranate behind your veil. Your neck is like the tower of David built Enrose the stone; on it hangs 1000 shields all of them shields of warrior. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of gazelle, that graze amongst the lilies. Until the day breathes and the shadow flee, I will go away to the mountain of myrrh in the hill of frankincense. You are all together beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senior and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards. You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewels of your neck necklace. How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, in the fragrance of your oils than any spice! Your lips dripped nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; your fragrance are your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed. Your shoots are an orchard pomegranates with all choices fruits, henna with nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all choice spices. A garden fountain, a well of living water, and the flowing streams of Lebanon. Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden let its spices flow. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choices fruits

Harp, folk lore, male vocal, epic drums