§4.1Ἰδοὺ εἶ καλὴ πλησίον μου, ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful.
ὀφθαλμοί σου περιστεραὶ
ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου.
Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
τρίχαμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν
αἳ ἀπεκαλύφθησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλαάδ.
Your hair is like flocks of goats that have appeared from Gilead.
§4.2ὀδόντες σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν κεκαρμέναων
αἳ ἀνέβησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ λουτροῦ,
αἱ πᾶσαι διδυμεύουσαι,
καὶ ἀτεκνοῦσα οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν αὐταῖς.
Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep that have come up from the washing-place, all of which bear twins, and not one among them is childless.
§4.3ὡς σπαρτίον τὸ κόκκινον χείλη σου,
καὶ ἡ λαλιά σου ὡραία·
Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is lovely.
ὡς λέπυρον ῥόας μῆλόν σου
ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεως σου.
Your cheek is like a split pomegranate behind your veil.
§4.4ὡς πύργος Δαυεὶδ τράχηλός σου,
ὁ ᾠκοδομημένος εἰς Θαλπιώθ.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built for Talpioth.
χίλιοι θυρεοὶ κρέμανται ἐπʼ αὐτόν,
πᾶσαι βολίδες τῶν δυνατῶν.
A thousand shields hang upon it, all the weapons of the mighty.
§4.5δύο μαστοί σου ὡς δύο νεβροὶ δἰδυμοι δορκάδος
οἱ νεμόμενοι ἐν κρίνοις.
Your two breasts are like two twin fawns of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
§4.6ἕως οὗ διαπνεύσῃ ἡ ἡμέρα καὶ κινηθῶσιν αἱ σκιαί,
πορεύσομαι ἐμαυτῷ πρὸς τὸ ὄρος τῆς σμύρνης
καὶ πρὸς τὸν βουνὸν τοῦ Λιβάνου.
Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go for myself to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
§4.7ὅλη καλὴ εἶ πλησίον μου, καὶ μῶμος οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν σοί.
You are altogether beautiful, my love, and there is no flaw in you.
δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου, νύμφη, δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου· ἐλεύσῃ καὶ διελεύσῃ ἀπὸ ἀρχῆς πίστεως. ἀπὸ κεφαλῆς Σανεὶρ καὶ Ἑρμών,
ἀπὸ μανδρῶν λεόντων, ἀπὸ ὀρέων παρδάλεων.
Come from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon; you shall come and pass from the top of faith, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
§4.9ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς, ἀδελφή μου νύμφη· ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς ἑνὶ ἀπὸ ὀφθαλμῶν σου,
ἐν μιᾷ, ἐν θέματι τραχήλων σου.
You have ravished our heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished our heart with one of your eyes, with one ornament of your neck.
§4.10τί ἐκαλλιώθησαν μαστοί σου ἀπὸ οἴνου,
καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὑπὲρ πάντα ἀρώματα
How beautiful are your breasts, more than wine! And the smell of your garments is above all spices.
§4.11κηρίον ἀποστάζουσιν χείλη σου, νύμφη· μέλι καὶ γάλα ὑπὸ τὴν γλῶσσάν σου,
καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὡς ὀσμὴ Λβάνου.
Your lips drip honeycomb, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
§4.12κῆπος κεκλεισμένος ἀδελφή μου νύμφη,
κῆπος κεκλεισμένος, πηγὴ ἐσφραγισμένη·
A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride, a garden enclosed, a spring sealed up.
§4.13ἀποστολαί σου παράδεισος μετὰ καρποῦ ἀκροδρύων,
κύπροι μετὰ νάρδων· §4.14νάρδος καὶ κρόκος,
κάλαμος καὶ κιννάμαωμον
μετὰ πάντων ξύλων τοῦ Λιβάνου,
σμύρνα ἀλὼθ μετὰ πάνταον πρώτων μύρων·
Your shoots are a paradise with orchard fruit, henna with spikenard, spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of Lebanon, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief ointments.
§4.15πηγὴ κήπου καὶ φρέαρ ὕδατος ζῶντος
καὶ ῥοιζοῦντος ἀπὸ τοῦ Λιβάνου.
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing rapidly from Lebanon.
§4.16Ἐξεγέρθητι, βορρᾶ· καὶ ἔρχου. νότε,
καὶ διάπνευσον κῆπόν μου, καὶ ῥευσάτωσαν ἀρώματά μου.
Awake, O north wind; and come, O south wind; blow through my garden, and let my spices flow.