The Song of Songs



Song of songs, Chapter 4


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.


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.


Your lips [are] like a cord of scarlet, and your speech [is] becoming; your temples [are] like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

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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.


Your two breasts [are] like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.


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.

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You [are] all beautiful, My love. There [is] no blemish on 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 of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.


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!

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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.


A locked garden [is] My sister, [My] spouse; a rock heap locked up, a sealed fountain.


Your plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits, with henna [and] spikenard;

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spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes; with all the chief balsam spices;

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a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters; even flowings from Lebanon.


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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