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Song of Solomon 4
Song of Solomon 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. 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.
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 Thy
neck is like the
tower of
David builded for an
armoury, whereon there
hang a
thousand bucklers, all
shields of mighty
men. 5 Thy
two breasts are like
two young roes that are
twins, which
feed among the
lilies. 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. 7 Thou art all
fair, my
love; there is no
spot in thee.
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. 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. 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! 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. 12 A
garden inclosed is my
sister, my
spouse; a
spring shut
up, a
fountain sealed.
13 Thy
plants are an
orchard of
pomegranates, with
pleasant fruits; camphire, with
spikenard, 14 Spikenard and
saffron; calamus and
cinnamon, with all
trees of
frankincense; myrrh and
aloes, with all the
chief spices: 15 A
fountain of
gardens, a
well of
living waters, and
streams from
Lebanon. 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.