Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
{Or, Thou hast doves' eyes}Thine eyes are as doves behind thy {Or, locks}veil.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That {Or, appear on mount Gilead}lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,
Which are come up from the washing,
{Or, Which are all of them in pairs}Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy {Or, speech}mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy {Or, locks}veil.
Thy neck is like the tower of David
Builded {Or, with turrets}for an armory,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All the shields of the mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a {Or, gazalle}roe,
Which feed among the lilies.
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.
Thou art all fair, my love;
And there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
With me from Lebanon:
{Or, Go}Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
From the lions' dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart with {Or, one look from thine eyes}one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.
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!
Thy lips, O my bride, {Or, drop honey}drop as the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue;
And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden {Hebrew: barred.}shut up is my sister, my bride;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy shoots are {Or, a paradise}an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;
Henna with spikenard plants,
Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
Thou art a fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And flowing streams from Lebanon.
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.
Querverweise zu Hohelied 4,11 Hld 4,11
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,And thy {Or, speech}mouth is comely.Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranateBehind thy {Or, locks}veil.
I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:I have gathered my myrrh with my {Or, balsam}spice;I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;I have drunk my wine with my milk.Eat, O friends;Drink, yea, drink abundantly, {Or, of love}O beloved.
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!
His cheeks are as a bed of {Or, balsam}spices,As {Or, towers of perfumes}banks of sweet herbs:His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
My son, eat thou honey, for it is good;And the droppings of the honeycomb, which are sweet to thy taste:
And he came near, and kissed him: and he smelled the smell of his raiment, and blessed him, and said,See, the smell of my sonIs as the smell of a field which Jehovah hath blessed:
And thy {Hebrew: palate.}mouth like the best wine,That goeth down {Hebrew: aright.}smoothly for my beloved, {Or, Causing the lips of those that are asleep to move (or, speak)}Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
So shalt thou know wisdom to be unto thy soul;If thou hast found it, then shall there be a reward,And thy hope shall not be cut off.
All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia;Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.
But I will hope continually,And will praise thee yet more and more.
{Or, Curds}Butter and honey shall he eat, {Or, that he may know Or, till he know}when he knoweth to refuse the evil, and choose the good.
They that dwell under his shadow shall return; they shall revive as the grain, and blossom as the vine: {Or, his memorial}the scent thereof shall be as the wine of Lebanon.
My mouth shall tell of thy righteousness,And of thy salvation all the day;For I know not the numbers thereof.
My lips shall shout for joy when I sing praises unto thee;And my soul, which thou hast redeemed.
My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long;For they are put to shame, for they are confounded, that seek my hurt.
Pleasant words are as a honeycomb,Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
Take with you words, and return unto Jehovah: say unto him, Take away all iniquity, and {Or, receive us graciously}accept that which is good: so will we render as bullocks the offering of our lips.
Through him {Some ancient authorities omit then.}then let us offer up a sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of lips which make confession to his name.