Song of Songs

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Song of Songs ( Song of Solomon, Chapter 4, Verses 1-16

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead. His eyes are like doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them. Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them. Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely: your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil. As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples behind your veil. Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand shields, all shields of mighty men. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your tresses. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether. You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you. She shall be brought unto the king in robes of needlework: the virgins, her companions that follow her, shall be brought unto you. 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. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices! Your lips, O my spouse, drop like the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard, Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat its pleasant fruits.

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