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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 | 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. |
| 4:1 | O How fayre art thou, my loue, howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes, besyde that which lyeth hyd within. |
| 4:2 | Thy hearye lockes are like the woll of a flocke of gotes that be shorne vpon mount Gilead: Thy teth are like shepe of the same bignesse, which went vp from the washinge place: where euery one beareth two twyns, and not one vnfrutefull amonge them. |
| 4:3 | Thy lippes are like a rose coloured rybonde, thy wordes are louely, thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranat within thyne heares. |
| 4:4 | Thy neck is lyke the tower of Dauid builded with costly stones lyinge out on the sides wher vpon there hang a thousande shyldes, yee all the weapens of the geauntes. |
| 4:5 | Thy two brestes are lyke two twyns of younge roes, which fede amonge roses. |
| 4:6 | O that I myght go to the mountayne of Myrre, & to the hyll of franckencense: tyll the daye breake & tyll the shadowes be past awaye. |
| 4:7 | Thou art all fayre, O my loue, & no spott is there in the. |
| 4:8 | Come to me from Libanus (O my spouse) come to me from Libanus loke from the toppe of Amana, from the toppe of Sanir & Hermon, from the lyons dennes and from the mountaynes of the leopardes. |
| 4:9 | Thou hast with loue bewitched my hert, O my syster, my spouse, thou hast be witched my herte, with one of thyne eyes, and wt one cheyne of thy neck. |
| 4:10 | O howe fayre are thy brestes, my syster, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smel of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spyces. |
| 4:11 | Thy lippes, O my spouse, droppe as the hony combe, yee mylcke and hony is vnder thy tong, and the smell of thy garmentes is lyke the smell of Libanus. |
| 4:12 | A garden well locked is my syster, my spouse, a garden well locked, and a sealed well. |
| 4:13 | The frutes that are planted in the, are lyke a very Paradyse of pomgranates with swete frutes: |
| 4:14 | as Camphore, Nardus, and Saffron, Calamus, & Synamom with all swete smellynge trees: Myrre. Aloes and all the best spyces: |
| 4:15 | a well of gardens, a well of lyuinge waters, which renne downe from Libanus. |
| 4:16 | Up thou north wynde, come thou south wynde, and blowe vpon my garden, that the smell therof maybe caryed on euery syde: yee that my beloued maye come into hys garden, & eate of the swete frutes that growe therin. |
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