FREE Online Youngs Literal Translation. Song of Solomon Chapter 4:1-16.
Song of Solomon 4
SONG 4:1 Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,
SONG 4:2 Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
SONG 4:3 As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil,
SONG 4:4 As the tower of David `is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
SONG 4:5 Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
SONG 4:6 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.
SONG 4:7 Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
SONG 4:8 Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
SONG 4:9 Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
SONG 4:10 How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.
SONG 4:11 Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.
SONG 4:12 A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.
SONG 4:13 Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
SONG 4:14 Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
SONG 4:15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
SONG 4:16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!
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