Quotes About Beauty

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

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.

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.

My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,

with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.

You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.

How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?

My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.

His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.

His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.

His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,