Song of songs

Song of songs, Chapter 4

Behold, you [are] beautiful, My love. Behold, you [are] beautiful; your eyes [are] like doves' from behind your veil; your hair [is] like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Your teeth [are] like a flock of shorn [sheep], which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one [is] barren among them.

Your lips [are] like a cord of scarlet, and your speech [is] becoming; your temples [are] like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

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Your neck [is] like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Your two breasts [are] like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.

Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

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You [are] all fair, My love; no blemish [is] in you.

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.

You have ravished My heart, My sister, [My] spouse; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

How fair is your love, My sister, [My] spouse! How [much] better [are] your loves than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all spices!

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Your lips, [My] spouse, drop like the honeycomb; honey and milk [are] under your tongue; and the smell of your garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.

A locked garden [is] My sister, [My] spouse; a rock heap locked up, a fountain sealed.

Your plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; with henna [and] spikenard,

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spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices;

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a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

Awake, O north [wind]; and come, south [wind]; blow on my garden, so [that] the spices of it may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits.

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