Song of Solomon 4

Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks; thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead. Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; of which every one bear twins, and none [is] barren among them. Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] lovely; thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. Thy neck [is] like the tower of David built for teaching, upon which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which are fed among the lilies. Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, [I] will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee. With me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, thou shalt come with me from Lebanon; thou shalt look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. Thou hast taken hold of my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast imprisoned my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. 10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! 11 Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drip [as] the honeycomb; honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon. 12 A closed garden [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13 Thy [newly budded] plants [are] a paradise of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, 14 spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: 15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, that flow from Lebanon. 16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden [that] the aroma [of its spices] may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his sweet fruits.:
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