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| 4:1 | Behold, thou art faire, my loue, behold thou art faire, thou hast doues eyes within thy lockes: thy haire is as a flocke of goats, that appeare from mount Gilead. |
| 4:2 | Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe that are euen shorne, which came vp from the washing: whereof euery one beare twinnes, and none is barren among them. |
| 4:3 | Thy lips are like a threed of scarlet, and thy speach is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy lockes. |
| 4:4 | Thy necke is like the tower of Dauid builded for an armorie, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mightie men. |
| 4:5 | Thy two breasts, are like two yong Roes, that are twinnes, which feed among the lillies. |
| 4:6 | Untill the day breake, and the shadowes flee away, I will get mee to the mountaines of myrrhe, and to the hill of frankincense. |
| 4:7 | Thou art all faire, my loue, there is no spot in thee. |
| 4:8 | Come with me from Lebanon (my spouse,) with me from Lebanon: looke from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the Lions dennes, from the mountaines of the Leopards. |
| 4:9 | Thou hast rauished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast rauished my heart, with one of thine eyes, with one chaine of thy necke. |
| 4:10 | How faire is thy loue, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy loue then wine! and the smell of thine oyntments then all spices! |
| 4:11 | Thy lips, O my spouse! drop as the hony combe: hony and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. |
| 4:12 | A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse: a spring shut vp, a fountaine sealed. |
| 4:13 | Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, Camphire, with Spikenaed, |
| 4:14 | Spikenard and Saffron, Calamus and Cynamom, with all trees of Frankincense, Mirrhe and Aloes, with all the chiefe spices. |
| 4:15 | A fountaine of gardens, a well of liuing waters, and streames from Lebanon. |
| 4:16 | Awake, O Northwinde, and come thou South, blow vpon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out: let my beloued come into his garden, and eate his pleasant fruits. |
| 4:1 | O howe fayre art thou my loue, howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes, beside that which lyeth hid within: Thy heerie lockes are lyke the wooll of a flocke of goates that be shorne vpon mount Gilead |
| 4:2 | Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe of the same bignesse whiche went vp from the washing place, where euery one beareth two twinnes, and not one vnfruitfull among them |
| 4:3 | Thy lippes are lyke a rose coloured ribande, thy wordes are louely, thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thyne heeres |
| 4:4 | Thy necke is like the towre of Dauid buylded with costly stones, lying out on the sides wherevpon there hange a thousande shieldes: yea all the weapons of the giauntes |
| 4:5 | Thy two breastes are lyke two twinnes of young Roes, whiche feede among roses |
| 4:6 | O that I might go to the mountaine of myrre, and to the hil of frankencense, til the day breake, and til the shadowes be past away |
| 4:7 | Thou art all fayre (O my loue) and no spot is there in thee |
| 4:8 | Come to me from Libanus (O my spouse) come to me from Libanus: looke from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions dennes, and from the mountaines of the leopardes |
| 4:9 | Thou hast with loue bewitched my heart O my sister my spouse, thou hast bewitched my heart with one of thyne eyes, and with one chayne of thy necke |
| 4:10 | O howe fayre are thy breastes, my sister, my spouse? Thy breastes are more pleasaunt then wine, and the smell of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spices |
| 4:11 | Thy lippes, O my spouse, drop as the hony combe, yea mylke and hony is vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of Libanus |
| 4:12 | A garden well locked is my sister, my spouse: a garden well locked, and a sealed well |
| 4:13 | The fruites that are planted in thee, are lyke a very paradise of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as Camphire, Nardus |
| 4:14 | & Saffron, Calamus, Sinamom, with all sweete smellyng trees, Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces |
| 4:15 | a well of gardens, a well of liuing waters which runne downe from Libanus |
| 4:16 | Up thou north winde, come thou south winde and blowe vpon my garden, that the smell therof may be caryed on euery side: yea that my beloued may come into his garden, and eate of the sweete fruites [that growe therein. |
| 4:1 | Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead. |
| 4:2 | Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them. |
| 4:3 | Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate. |
| 4:4 | Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men. |
| 4:5 | Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies. |
| 4:6 | Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense. |
| 4:7 | Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee. |
| 4:8 | Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards. |
| 4:9 | My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke. |
| 4:10 | My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices? |
| 4:11 | Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon. |
| 4:12 | My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp. |
| 4:13 | Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde, |
| 4:14 | Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices. |
| 4:15 | O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon. |
| 4:16 | Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite. |
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