4: 1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; ²⁹Thine eyes are as doves behind thy ³⁰veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That ³¹lie along the side of mount Gilead.
²⁹Or, Thou hast doves’ eyes behind thy veil.
³⁰Or, locks.
³¹Or, appear on mount Gilead.

4: 2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, Which are come up from the washing, ³²Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
³²Or, Which are all of them in pairs,

4: 3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy ³³mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
³³Or, speech

4: 4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded ³⁴for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.
³⁴Or, with turrets,

4: 5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a ³⁵roe, Which feed among the lilies.
³⁵Or, gazelle,

4: 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.
4: 7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
4: 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon: ³⁶Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
³⁶Or, Go

4: 9 Thou hast ³⁷ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with ³⁸one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
³⁷Or, given me courage, (both places)
³⁸Or, one look from thine eyes,

4: 10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
4: 11 Thy lips, O my bride, ³⁹drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
³⁹Or, drop honey:

4: 12 A garden ⁴⁰shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
⁴⁰Hb. barred (both places)

4: 13 Thy shoots are ⁴¹an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,
⁴¹Or, a paradise

4: 14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
4: 15 Thou art a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
4: 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.