8The voice of my beloved!

Look, he comes,

leaping upon the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

9My beloved is like a gazelle

or a young stag.

Look, there he stands

behind our wall,

gazing in at the windows,

looking through the lattice.

10My beloved speaks and says to me:

“Arise, my love, my fair one,

and come away;

11for now the winter is past,

the rain is over and gone.

12The flowers appear on the earth;

the time of singing has come,

and the voice of the turtledove

is heard in our land.

13The fig tree puts forth its figs,

and the vines are in blossom;

they give forth fragrance.

Arise, my love, my fair one,

and come away.”

4:1How beautiful you are, my love,

how very beautiful!

Your eyes are doves

behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats,

movingdown the slopes of Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes

that have come up from the washing,

all of which bear twins,

and not one among them is bereaved.

3Your lips are like a crimson thread,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate

behind your veil.

4aYour neck is like the tower of David,

built in courses;

5Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle,

that feed among the lilies.

6Until the day breathes

and the shadows flee,

I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh

and the hill of frankincense.

7You are altogether beautiful, my love;

there is no flaw in you.

9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride,

you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes,

with one jewel of your necklace.

10How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride!

how much better is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

11Your lips distill nectar, my bride;

honey and milk are under your tongue;

the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.