No Flaw in You
The man praises the woman feature by feature, calls her his bride and sister, says there is no flaw in her. She is a locked garden, a sealed spring, his alone. At the end she answers, calling the wind and opening that garden herself.
4 1How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down the slopes of Gilead. 2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes coming up from the washing, each one bearing twins, and not one among them has lost its young. 3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. 4Your neck is like the tower of David, built in rows of stone; on it hang 1,000 shields, every one a warrior's shield. 5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies. 6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. 7You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Look down from the peak of Amana, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountain haunts of leopards. 9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. 10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! 11Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12A locked garden is my sister, my bride, a locked spring, a sealed fountain. 13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest fruits, henna with nard, 14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every tree of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices. a a v14 Calamus is a sweet-smelling aromatic reed used as a spice. 15You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, and streams flowing down from Lebanon. 16Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Breathe upon my garden, that its spices may flow. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat its finest fruits.
