Quotes About Nature

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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

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.

Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.

Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.