Lexicon :: Strong's G4771 - sy

The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating;

your name is perfume poured out.

No wonder young women[fn] adore you.

Take me with you ​— ​let’s hurry.

Oh, that the king would bring[fn] me to his chambers.

We will rejoice and be glad in you;

we will celebrate your caresses more than wine.

It is only right that they adore you.

Tell me, you whom I love:

Where do you pasture your sheep?

Where do you let them rest at noon?

Why should I be like one who veils herself[fn]

beside the flocks of your companions?

If you do not know,

most beautiful of women,

follow[fn] the tracks of the flock,

and pasture your young goats

near the shepherds’ tents.

I compare you, my darling,

to a[fn] mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry,

your neck with its necklace.

We will make gold jewelry for you,

accented with silver.

How beautiful you are, my darling.

How very beautiful!

Your eyes are doves.

My dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the crevices of the cliff,

let me see your face,[fn]

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

Until the day breaks[fn]

and the shadows flee,

turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle

or a young stag on the divided mountains.[fn]

Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep

coming up from washing,

each one bearing twins,

and none has lost its young.[fn]

Your lips are like a scarlet cord,

and your mouth[fn] is lovely.

Behind your veil,

your brow[fn] is like a slice of pomegranate.

Your neck is like the tower of David,

constructed in layers.

A thousand shields are hung on it —

all of them shields of warriors.

Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

You are absolutely beautiful, my darling;

there is no imperfection in you.

You 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.

How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride.

Your caresses are much better than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.

Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

Your branches are a paradise[fn] of pomegranates

with choicest fruits;

henna with nard,

What makes the one you love better than another,

most beautiful of women?

What makes him better than another,

that you would give us this charge?

Turn your eyes away from me,

for they captivate me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down from Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes

coming up from washing,

each one having a twin,

and not one missing.[fn]

Behind your veil,

your brow[fn] is like a slice of pomegranate.

I came down to the walnut grove

to see the blossoms of the valley,

to see if the vines were budding

and the pomegranates blooming.

Come back, come back, Shulammite![fn]

Come back, come back, that we may look at you!

How you gaze at the Shulammite,

as you look at the dance of the two camps![fn]

Your navel is a rounded bowl;

it never lacks mixed wine.

Your belly is a mound of wheat

surrounded by lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory,

your eyes like pools in Heshbon

by Bath-rabbim’s gate.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

looking toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you[fn] like Mount Carmel,

the hair of your head like purple cloth —

a king could be held captive in your tresses.

How beautiful you are and how pleasant,

my love, with such delights!

Your stature is like a palm tree;

your breasts are clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree

and take hold of its fruit.”

May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,

and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.

Your mouth[fn] is like fine wine —

flowing smoothly for my love,

gliding past my lips and teeth![fn]

Let’s go early to the vineyards;

let’s see if the vine has budded,

if the blossom has opened,

if the pomegranates are in bloom.

There I will give you my caresses.

The mandrakes give off a fragrance,

and at our doors is every delicacy,

both new and old.

I have treasured them up for you, my love.

I would lead you, I would take you,

to the house of my mother who taught me.[fn]

I would give you spiced wine to drink

from the juice of my pomegranate.

Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,

do not stir up or awaken love

until the appropriate time.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness,

leaning on the one she loves?

I awakened you under the apricot tree.

There your mother conceived you;

there she conceived and gave you birth.

Set me as a seal on your heart,

as a seal on your arm.

For love is as strong as death;

jealousy is as unrelenting as Sheol.

Love’s flames are fiery flames —

an almighty flame![fn]

I have my own vineyard.[fn]

The one thousand are for you, Solomon,

but two hundred for those who take care of its fruits.

You[fn] who dwell in the gardens,

companions are listening for your voice;

let me hear you!