Song of Solomon 4

1Behold, 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. 2Thy 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. 3Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] lovely; thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. 4Thy neck [is] like the tower of David built for teaching, upon which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. 5Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which are fed among the lilies. 6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, [I] will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. 7Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee. 8With 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. 9Thou 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. 10How 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! 11Thy 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. 12A closed garden [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13Thy [newly budded] plants [are] a paradise of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, 14spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: 15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, that flow from Lebanon. 16Awake, 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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