| Chapter 4 |
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Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead. |
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Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them. |
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Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. |
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Your neck is like David`s tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men. |
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Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. |
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Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense. |
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You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you. |
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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions` dens, From the mountains of the leopards. |
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You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck. |
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How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices! |
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Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. |
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A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain. |
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Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants, |
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Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, |
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A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved |
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Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And taste his precious fruits. Lover |