Song of Songs 4

1Your eyes are like doves behind your veil; Your hair is as flocks of goats Coming down from Gilead.

ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή ἡ πλησίον μου ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή ὀφθαλμοί σου περιστεραὶ ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου τρίχωμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν αἳ ἀπεκαλύφθησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλααδ

2Your teeth are as flocks of shorn sheep That went up from the washing, All of them bearing twins, And none among them is barren.

ὀδόντες σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν κεκαρμένων αἳ ἀνέβησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ λουτροῦ αἱ πᾶσαι διδυμεύουσαι καὶ ἀτεκνοῦσα οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν αὐταῖς

3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, And your manner of speech is pleasant. As the rind of a pomegranate Are your cheeks behind your veil.

ὡς σπαρτίον τὸ κόκκινον χείλη σου καὶ ἡ λαλιά σου ὡραία ὡς λέπυρον τῆς ῥόας μῆλόν σου ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου

4Your neck is like the tower of David, The one built on courses of stone. A thousand shields hang upon it, All the arrows of the mighty men.

ὡς πύργος Δαυιδ τράχηλός σου ὁ ᾠκοδομημένος εἰς θαλπιωθ χίλιοι θυρεοὶ κρέμανται ἐπ᾿ αὐτόν πᾶσαι βολίδες τῶν δυνατῶν

5Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

δύο μαστοί σου ὡς δύο νεβροὶ δίδυμοι δορκάδος οἱ νεμόμενοι ἐν κρίνοις

6Until the day dawns and the shadows depart, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.

ἕως οὗ διαπνεύσῃ ἡ ἡμέρα καὶ κινηθῶσιν αἱ σκιαί πορεύσομαι ἐμαυτῷ πρὸς τὸ ὄρος τῆς σμύρνης καὶ πρὸς τὸν βουνὸν τοῦ Λιβάνου

7You are altogether beautiful, And there is no blemish in you.

ὅλη καλὴ εἶ ἡ πλησίον μου καὶ μῶμος οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν σοί

8Come from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Beginning with faithfulness, you shall come and pass through From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions And the mountains of leopards.

δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου νύμφη δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου ἐλεύσῃ καὶ διελεύσῃ ἀπὸ ἀρχῆς πίστεως ἀπὸ κεφαλῆς Σανιρ καὶ Ερμων ἀπὸ μανδρῶν λεόντων ἀπὸ ὀρέων παρδάλεων

9My sister, my bride, you ravished my heart; You have ravished my heart with one look from your eyes, With one jewel of your necklace.

ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς ἀδελφή μου νύμφη ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς ἑνὶ ἀπὸ ὀφθαλμῶν σου ἐν μιᾷ ἐνθέματι τραχήλων σου

10My sister, my bride, How beautiful are your breasts. How much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, And the fragrance of your garments than all the spices.

τί ἐκαλλιώθησαν μαστοί σου ἀδελφή μου νύμφη τί ἐκαλλιώθησαν μαστοί σου ἀπὸ οἴνου καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὑπὲρ πάντα τὰ ἀρώματα

11Your lips, my bride, drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is as the scent of Lebanon.

κηρίον ἀποστάζουσιν χείλη σου νύμφη μέλι καὶ γάλα ὑπὸ τὴν γλῶσσάν σου καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὡς ὀσμὴ Λιβάνου

12My sister, my bride, is an enclosed garden; An enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.

κῆπος κεκλεισμένος ἀδελφή μου νύμφη κῆπος κεκλεισμένος πηγὴ ἐσφραγισμένη

13Your plants are a garden of pomegranates With the fragrance of a fruit harvest And aromatic plants:

ἀποστολαί σου παράδεισος ῥοῶν μετὰ καρποῦ ἀκροδρύων κύπροι μετὰ νάρδων

14Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon; With every tree of Lebanon, Myrrh, aloes, with all the finest spices;

νάρδος καὶ κρόκος κάλαμος καὶ κιννάμωμον μετὰ πάντων ξύλων τοῦ Λιβάνου σμύρνα αλωθ μετὰ πάντων πρώτων μύρων

15A fountain of gardens, A well of living and rushing water from Lebanon.

πηγὴ κήπων φρέαρ ὕδατος ζῶντος καὶ ῥοιζοῦντος ἀπὸ τοῦ Λιβάνου

16Awake, O north wind, And come, O south wind; Blow through my garden And let my spices flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat of its fruits.

ἐξεγέρθητι βορρᾶ καὶ ἔρχου νότε διάπνευσον κῆπόν μου καὶ ῥευσάτωσαν ἀρώματά μου καταβήτω ἀδελφιδός μου εἰς κῆπον αὐτοῦ καὶ φαγέτω καρπὸν ἀκροδρύων αὐτοῦ