Song of Solomon 4
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1Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, behold, you [are] beautiful, "" Your eyes [are] doves behind your veil, "" Your hair as a row of the goats that have shone from Mount Gilead,

2Your 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.

3As a thread of scarlet [are] your lips, "" And your speech [is] lovely, "" As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil,

4As the Tower of David [is] your neck, built for an armory, "" The chief of the shields are hung on it, "" All shields of the mighty.

5Your two breasts [are] as two fawns, "" Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

6Until the day breaks forth, "" And the shadows have fled away, "" I go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, "" And to the hill of frankincense.

7You [are] all beautiful, my friend, "" And there is not a blemish in you. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

8Come from Lebanon, come in. Look from the top of Amana, "" From the top of Shenir and Hermon, "" From the habitations of lions, "" From the mountains of leopards.

9You have emboldened me, my sister-spouse, "" Emboldened me with one of your eyes, "" With one chain of your neck.

10How beautiful have been your loves, my sister-spouse, "" How much better have been your loves than wine, "" And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices.

11Your lips drop honey, O spouse, "" Honey and milk [are] under your tongue, "" And the fragrance of your garments "" [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.

12A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, "" A spring shut up—a fountain sealed.

13Your shoots a paradise of pomegranates, "" With precious fruits,

14Cypresses with nard—nard and saffron, "" Cane and cinnamon, "" With all trees of frankincense, "" Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

15A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, "" And flowings from Lebanon!

16Awake, 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!

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