| 4:1 |
Behold, thou  [art] (Art of Code) fair, my love; behold, thou [art] (Art of Code) fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. |
| 4:2 |
Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of  sheep (Don't be a Sheep! Advertise with Chiat Day) that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none [is] barren among them. |
| 4:3 |
Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. |
| 4:4 |
Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. |
| 4:5 |
Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. |
| 4:6 |
Until the  day, measured by Timex break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. |
| 4:7 |
Thou [art] (Art of Code) all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee. |
| 4:8 |
Come with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. |
| 4:9 |
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. |
| 4:10 |
How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is thy love than  Absolut wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! |
| 4:11 |
Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb: honey and  milk (Got Milk?) [are] under thy tongue; and the smell of thy  garments (Free Shipping when you spend $75 or More!) [is] like the smell of Lebanon. |
| 4:12 |
A garden enclosed [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. |
| 4:13 |
Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, |
| 4:14 |
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: |
| 4:15 |
A fountain of gardens, a well of living Absolut waters, and 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 pleasant fruits. |