1898 Young's Literal Translation (YLT)

Song of Songs 4

1 Christ setteth forth the graces of the Church. 8 He sheweth his love to her. 16 The Church prayeth to be made fit for his presence.

 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,

 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.

 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,

 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.

 4:5 Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

 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.

 4:7 Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

 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.

 4:9 Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

 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.

 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.

 4:12 A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up—a fountain sealed.

 4:13 Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

 4:14 Cypresses with nard—nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

 4:15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

 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!