Song of Solomon 3-4

Song of Solomon 3

¹By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.

²I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.

³The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?

⁴I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.

⁵I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.

⁶Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?

⁷See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,

⁸All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.

⁹King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.

¹⁰He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.

¹¹Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.

Song of Solomon 4

¹See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

²Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

³Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.

⁴Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.

⁵Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

⁶Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

⁷You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

¹⁰How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

¹¹Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.

¹³The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,

¹⁴Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

¹⁵You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.

¹⁶Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.