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| 4:1 | Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead, |
| 4:2 | Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. |
| 4:3 | As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil, |
| 4:4 | As the tower of David `is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty. |
| 4:5 | Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies. |
| 4:6 | Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense. |
| 4:7 | Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse, |
| 4:8 | Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards. |
| 4:9 | Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. |
| 4:10 | How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices. |
| 4:11 | Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon. |
| 4:12 | A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed. |
| 4:13 | Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits, |
| 4:14 | Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices. |
| 4:15 | A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon! |
| 4:16 | Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits! |
| 4:1 | 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. |
| 4:2 | Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them. |
| 4:3 | Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. |
| 4:4 | Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. |
| 4:5 | Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. |
| 4:6 | Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. |
| 4:7 | Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. |
| 4:8 | 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. |
| 4:9 | Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. |
| 4:10 | 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! |
| 4:11 | Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under 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 up, a fountain sealed. |
| 4:13 | Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, |
| 4:14 | Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: |
| 4:15 | A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. |
| 4:16 | Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. |
| 4:1 | Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are as doves' from behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats which lie down from Mount Gilead. |
| 4:2 | Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep which come up from the washing place; of which they all are bearing twins; and barrenness is not among them. |
| 4:3 | Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil. |
| 4:4 | Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory; a thousand bucklers hang on it, all the shields of the mighty men. |
| 4:5 | Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies. |
| 4:6 | Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I myself will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hills of frankincense. |
| 4:7 | You are all beautiful, My love. There is no blemish on you. |
| 4:8 | 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. |
| 4:9 | 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. |
| 4:10 | How beautiful are your loves, My sister, My spouse! How much better are your loves than wine, and the scent of your ointments than all spices! |
| 4:11 | Your lips, My spouse, drip like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon. |
| 4:12 | A locked garden is My sister, My spouse; a rock heap locked up, a sealed fountain. |
| 4:13 | Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits, with henna and spikenard; |
| 4:14 | spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes; with all the chief balsam spices; |
| 4:15 | a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters; even flowings from Lebanon. |
| 4:16 | Awake, north wind ; yea, come, south wind ; blow on my garden; let its spices flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat its excellent fruits. |
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