Song 4 | NASB2020 | STEP | “ How beautiful you are, my darling , How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil ; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead .

‏ Song of Solomon 4

Solomon’s Love Expressed

1 “ ^{▼▼Lit Behold}How beautiful ^byou are, my darling,
^{▼▼Lit Behold}How beautiful you are!
Your ^deyes are like doves ^ebehind your veil;
Your ^fhair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount ^gGilead.
2 “Your ^hteeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep
Which have come up from their watering place,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
3 “Your lips are like a ⁱscarlet thread,
And your ^jmouth is beautiful.
Your ^ktemples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
4 “Your ^lneck is like the tower of David,
Built with layers of stones
On which are ^mhung a thousand shields,
All the round ⁿshields of the warriors.
5 “Your ^otwo breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
That ^pgraze among the lilies.
6 “ ^qUntil ^{▼▼Lit the day blows}the cool of the day
When the shadows flee,
I will go my way to the mountain of ^smyrrh
And to the hill of ^tfrankincense.

7 “ ^uYou are altogether beautiful, my darling,
And there is no blemish on you.
8 “Come with me from ^vLebanon, my ^wbride,
You shall come with me from Lebanon.
You shall ^{▼▼Or look}come down from the summit of ^yAmana,
From the summit of ^zSenir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
9 “You have ^{▼▼Or stolen}enchanted my heart, ^abmy sister, my bride;
You have ^{▼▼Or stolen}enchanted my heart with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your ^adnecklace.
10 “ ^aeHow beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much ^{▼▼Lit better} ^agsweeter is your love than wine,
And the ^ahfragrance of your oils
Than that of all kinds of balsam oils!
11 “Your lips ^aidrip ^ajhoney, my bride;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the ^akfragrance of Lebanon.
12 “A locked garden is my sister, my bride,
A locked spring, a ^alsealed ^amfountain.
13 “Your branches are an ^{▼▼Or park; or garden} ^aoorchard of ^appomegranates
With ^aqdelicious fruits, ^arhenna with nard plants,
14 ^asNard and saffron, spice reed and ^atcinnamon,
With all the trees of ^aufrankincense,
^avMyrrh, and aloes, along with all the finest balsam oils.
15 “You are a garden spring,
A well of ^{▼▼Lit living; i.e., running} ^axfresh water,
And flowing streams from Lebanon.”

The Bride

16 “Awake, north wind,
And come, wind of the south;
^{▼▼Or Drift through my}Make my ^azgarden breathe out fragrance,
May its balsam oils flow.
May ^bamy beloved come into his garden
And eat its ^bbdelicious fruits!”