Cânticos 4

1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of mount Gilead.

2 Thy teeth are like a flock

3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7 Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.

8 Come with me from Lebanon,

9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister,

10 How fair is thy love, my sister,

11 Thy lips,

12 A garden shut up is my sister,

13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,

14 Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.