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Song of Solomon 4

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1 You are beautiful, my darling, beautiful beyond words. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
1 You're so beautiful, my darling, so beautiful, and your dove eyes are veiled By your hair as it flows and shimmers, like a flock of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine.
2 Your teeth are as white as sheep, recently shorn and freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin.
2 Your smile is generous and full - expressive and strong and clean.
3 Your lips are like scarlet ribbon; your mouth is inviting. Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil.
3 Your lips are jewel red, your mouth elegant and inviting, your veiled cheeks soft and radiant.
4 Your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David, jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.
4 The smooth, lithe lines of your neck command notice - all heads turn in awe and admiration!
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
5 Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the first spring flowers.
6 Before the dawn breezes blow and the night shadows flee, I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
6 The sweet, fragrant curves of your body, the soft, spiced contours of your flesh Invite me, and I come. I stay until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling, beautiful in every way.
7 You're beautiful from head to toe, my dear love, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Come down from Mount Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, where the lions have their dens and leopards live among the hills.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Leave Lebanon behind, and come. Leave your high mountain hideaway. Abandon your wilderness seclusion, Where you keep company with lions and panthers guard your safety.
9 You have captured my heart, my treasure, my bride. You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes, with a single jewel of your necklace.
9 You've captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love!
10 Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices.
10 How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend - far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than select spices.
11 Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. Your clothes are scented like the cedars of Lebanon.
11 The kisses of your lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor. Your clothes smell like the wild outdoors, the ozone scent of high mountains.
12 You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride, a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
12 Dear lover and friend, you're a secret garden, a private and pure fountain.
13 Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates with rare spices— henna with nard,
13 Body and soul, you are paradise, a whole orchard of succulent fruits - Ripe apricots and peaches, oranges and pears; Nut trees and cinnamon, and all scented woods;
14 nard and saffron, fragrant calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, and every other lovely spice.
14 Mint and lavender, and all herbs aromatic;
15 You are a garden fountain, a well of fresh water streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.
15 A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.
16 Awake, north wind! Rise up, south wind! Blow on my garden and spread its fragrance all around. Come into your garden, my love; taste its finest fruits.
16 Wake up, North Wind, get moving, South Wind! Breathe on my garden, fill the air with spice fragrance. Oh, let my lover enter his garden! Yes, let him eat the fine, ripe fruits.
Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright© 1996, 2004, 2007, 2013 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved.