Canticle of Canticles 4

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves' eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.	1 Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved,
2 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.	2 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes to be shorn,
3 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.	3 Your lips are like a scarlet strand;
4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.	4 Your neck is like David's tower
5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.	5 Your breasts are like twin fawns,
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.	6 Until the day breathes cool and the shadows lengthen,
7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.	7 You are all-beautiful, my beloved,
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.	8 Come from Lebanon, my bride,
9 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.	9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.	10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride,
11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.	11 Your lips drip honey, my bride,
12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.	12 You are an enclosed garden, my sister, my bride,
13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.	13 You are a park that puts forth pomegranates,
14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.	14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.	15 You are a garden fountain, a well of water
16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.	16 Arise, north wind! Come, south wind!