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Song of Solomon 4
Swete's Septuagint · Berean Standard Bible
Ἰδοὺ εἶ καλὴ πλησίον μου, ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή. ὀφθαλμοί σου περιστεραὶ ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεώς σου. τρίχαμά σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν αἰγῶν αἳ ἀπεκαλύφθησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ Γαλαάδ.
How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
ὀδόντες σου ὡς ἀγέλαι τῶν κεκαρμέναων αἳ ἀνέβησαν ἀπὸ τοῦ λουτροῦ, αἱ πᾶσαι διδυμεύουσαι, καὶ ἀτεκνοῦσα οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν αὐταῖς.
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
ὡς σπαρτίον τὸ κόκκινον χείλη σου, καὶ ἡ λαλιά σου ὡραία· ὡς λέπυρον ῥόας μῆλόν σου ἐκτὸς τῆς σιωπήσεως σου.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
ὡς πύργος Δαυεὶδ τράχηλός σου, ὁ ᾠκοδομημένος εἰς Θαλπιώθ. χίλιοι θυρεοὶ κρέμανται ἐπʼ αὐτόν, πᾶσαι βολίδες τῶν δυνατῶν.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
δύο μαστοί σου ὡς δύο νεβροὶ δἰδυμοι δορκάδος οἱ νεμόμενοι ἐν κρίνοις.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
ἕως οὗ διαπνεύσῃ ἡ ἡμέρα καὶ κινηθῶσιν αἱ σκιαί, πορεύσομαι ἐμαυτῷ πρὸς τὸ ὄρος τῆς σμύρνης καὶ πρὸς τὸν βουνὸν τοῦ Λιβάνου.
Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
ὅλη καλὴ εἶ πλησίον μου, καὶ μῶμος οὐκ ἔστιν ἐν σοί. δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου, νύμφη, δεῦρο ἀπὸ Λιβάνου· ἐλεύσῃ καὶ διελεύσῃ ἀπὸ ἀρχῆς πίστεως. ἀπὸ κεφαλῆς Σανεὶρ καὶ Ἑρμών, ἀπὸ μανδρῶν λεόντων, ἀπὸ ὀρέων παρδάλεων.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς, ἀδελφή μου νύμφη· ἐκαρδίωσας ἡμᾶς ἑνὶ ἀπὸ ὀφθαλμῶν σου, ἐν μιᾷ, ἐν θέματι τραχήλων σου.
You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
τί ἐκαλλιώθησαν μαστοί σου ἀπὸ οἴνου, καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὑπὲρ πάντα ἀρώματα
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
κηρίον ἀποστάζουσιν χείλη σου, νύμφη· μέλι καὶ γάλα ὑπὸ τὴν γλῶσσάν σου, καὶ ὀσμὴ ἱματίων σου ὡς ὀσμὴ Λβάνου.
Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
κῆπος κεκλεισμένος ἀδελφή μου νύμφη, κῆπος κεκλεισμένος, πηγὴ ἐσφραγισμένη·
My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
ἀποστολαί σου παράδεισος μετὰ καρποῦ ἀκροδρύων, κύπροι μετὰ νάρδων·
Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
νάρδος καὶ κρόκος, κάλαμος καὶ κιννάμαωμον μετὰ πάντων ξύλων τοῦ Λιβάνου, σμύρνα ἀλὼθ μετὰ πάνταον πρώτων μύρων·
with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
πηγὴ κήπου καὶ φρέαρ ὕδατος ζῶντος καὶ ῥοιζοῦντος ἀπὸ τοῦ Λιβάνου.
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water (note: Or flowing water or living water) flowing down from Lebanon.
Ἐξεγέρθητι, βορρᾶ· καὶ ἔρχου. νότε, καὶ διάπνευσον κῆπόν μου, καὶ ῥευσάτωσαν ἀρώματά μου.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.