Song of Solomon Chapter 4 Back Next{4:1} 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.
{4:2} 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.
{4:3} Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
{4:4} Your neck is like
David's tower built for an
armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
{4:5} Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
{4:6} Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the
hill of
frankincense.
{4:7} You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
{4:8} 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.
{4:9} 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.
{4:10} How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
{4:11} 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.
{4:12} A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed
fountain.
{4:13} Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious
fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
{4:14} spikenard and saffron,
calamus and
cinnamon, with every kind of
incense tree; myrrh and
aloes, with all the best spices,
{4:15} a fountain of
gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
{4:16} 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
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